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ghostwridah - i'm on lyrics

sh-tting on these haters from a bird’s eye view
street n-gg-r might set but got a nerd’s iq
high views from the top but you ain’t nowhere close
they say tomorrow ain’t promised, so i always toast
and i don’t know why i smoke, but when i do, i’m
getting zoodie
talking like you were met, but i find it hard to
compute it
i might lose it, oh, you make us life fat camps,
‘cuz they won’t make sense like skate boy on flat ramps
don’t f-ck with this white tramps
my women is great, my music is fine tune
they hate on me e’ry day, but f-ck it, we still live
sundays we kill leo, some n-gg-rs fish well but
couldn’t tell you what real is
i call that a punch line, that’s over your hair wrap
i run and hide this bars, kept me out of that fair trap
don’t hussle for grains, i run the tip to a meal
i see the snakes in the gr-ss, therefore i sh-t in the
field

and once again it’s on,
make a stop where i belong
i hope i made my momma proud,
take a look at how i’ve grown,
you might see me in the road
smoking on the half of zone
whenever you mention me
just don’t forget to say i’m on, don’t forget to say
i’m on.

and that was being, this is now
it’s hard to eat the nugget when frequent miss the
chows
it’s hard to ride a bucket when you’re backseat on a
road
and failure is temporary like an athlete and his hoes
got some goals and i set them quite high
my life is taylor made, i even find the right size
quality in my boost, type of sh-t i may bug
got a super mean flow but i’m a f-ckin’ nice guy
please pardon my french, i’m just preparing for paris
i’m expecting some p-ssy, she’s expecting some caress
and if she get embarr-ssed when i’m front like i don’t
want her
she thinking i’m a player, correction i am an owner
in fact, i am a grown up, ain’t no 40s in the fridge
plus i live a wild life, i keep a cougar in the crib
don’t make me had them gooms put a google to your rib
i just want a nice car, bright future for my kids

and don’t forget to say we’re winning,
this is not a mistake, i saw the sh-t from the
beginning
no more jimmy juice sipping, we’re white wine refine
we’re from mr. pendy pinch where fine lines are dimes
and i’ve rhyme like a couple screws missing out of my
engine
is enough on the spinning, ‘cause rapping don’t ring a
pinching
if it’s stinching i don’t see this n-gg-rs great i’m
pretending
they won’t give me the credits like movies without an
ending
this graving n-gg-r is craving a navy color mercedes
whipping around the city and swaging like mrs. dasy
all my ex-s yell and say me, no, baby, i’m not a
preacher
she’ll be all over my hip so i treat her like a beeper
replace her with some curl, i got it, just know i earn
you won’t ask n-gg-r for sh-t in your th-rny bridge
imma burn it
so it falls, it crumbles into the sea, got the cd on
lock, i ain’t making a spare-key

- ghostwridah lyrics

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