I'm On 3.0

They say three times the charm, huh? I got ya
Yeah, all gas, fast, livin like somethin was speedin
Ashy to classy, now I bless em like someone who sneezin
Im only here to give em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin
Against the world like I was Pac, wasnt nobody believin
Nothin deceivin, know the truth, what the fuck you was needin?
Gather this evenin for the one, reputation was steamin
Vision me gleamin from the mud, aint no point in you cleanin
Im motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin
Automatic still give em the same kick
Started the sideline, now Im starrin in game 6
Spit and make em replay it like theyre stuck on the same disc
Work, I give em new, never stretchin the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah Im still on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin just to show em what fame gets
In the heart of the jungle walkin through the fire
You beat the charge if you show up with an alibi
Runnin wild in the city, no direction
All we know is get that dough, run up the checks and
Im self-made, wasnt made for the military
Get paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, forreal
Fill a Backwood with three nicks
V6, cut the coke, remix
Squeeze clips if ever we hear that he snitched
Im allergic to broke niggas in the precinct
Found out my man was hatin and we aint speak since
Barneys, Nords cant add up the paper we spent
Tryna get drunk, Im tokin, I got a P bent
I touched a million, aint sleep since, on defense
Freedom got me feelin like I flown up
Out of prison, I aint think that I was blowin up
Bunch of young rich niggas holdin Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how quick Ill lift the toaster up
Money got me feelin like you cant control us
Servin, watchin out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, bring your controllers
Seen niggas get killed, heart froze up
Picked up them choppas, got to go and duck
Shootin everything up, it aint no ho in us
Shit aint even last, free bro and them
In Chicago Im home, thats on foe and them
Now Im thinkin right cause I see I can make it
Saw the fam strugglin and I couldnt take it
You got it out the mud, I got it out the pavement
I used to miss payments, got the title, dare you try to take it
Triple OG
Never without vision or livin goal-free
Never writ it though
Ive been out gettin this since 03
Every little red cent and every dividend
Has been counted and acquired
Been legit, legal and been with the code
Im colder than December in the winter cold
Look, Ive been out givin canned goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, real nigga, ugh
I could put you on like socks
Put you on like my watch
Put you on the block, you can get that off
Put you on the right lot, you can get that coke
Put you on like a fitted
Put you on in my city
Got the stars in the ceilin , thats the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, thats a don
I could give it to a nigga either way cause Im on, L
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, yeah
Wakin up, feelin good, rollin through the neighborhood
Do or die, every day, I lead em in a different way
I dont take no mess, get it off of my chest
Ima be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the east side, Trae called me up and said
'Unc Ima need you on the b-side '
So I came through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
Gettin real funky, kinda smell like manure
Eight cars, eight stars
Return of the mack with these hot eight bars
Flip through it, dip through it
This is the shit thatll make you get to it
Break down, give it up, pour it up
Now drink it up, roll it up
Light it up, how you feel, yall?
See you in high definition with a mothafuckin real Dogg
And every day Im on
And if I wasnt, then why would I say Im on?
Get an M and get low, thats the Dre Im on
Get a B in blue, thats the Jay Im on
They on sidelines watchinwhat play Im on
I call a audible, thats what a baller do
They keep askin me, is there more to do?
Well aint water wet? Well then its more to get
To my shortys set, and his shortys set
This game aint over, its more quarters left
I gotta rep my city, do it for the set
I gotta talk my shit until Im short of breath
Cause the world is full of niggas tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that your coffin gon fit
Me and my niggas on some confidant shit
And we aint really feelin that off and on shit, Im on
Maybach Music
Chasin paper, starin out the casket
Was a stunna til they froze all the assets
Killers at your neck til you cut a check
You talkin bout the money, nigga, where its at?
Cars for my dogs, do it for the cause
Right back here tomorrow, nigga, inshallah
Prayin on my knees, do it for the keep
Do it for the team, or Ima let it be
Chamilitary mane
They thought I was done, but really I aint even stress it
Just look at all the dough I got invested
Two years and two billion dollar exits
And now your relevance aint lookin that impressive (it aint)
So glad we aint gotta chase relevance
And I would like to thank the dead presidents
For not livin forever-ever, forever-ever
For all of them that passed, Ive been gettin paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, still stackin it
We gonstay, courtside, thats accurate
We gon take the White House and get back in it
They tried to turn us in to the villains like Colin Kaepernick
But its okay, Gotham City needs savin
Theyll fight back but Ima shock em like Raiden
I dont fold, I dont quit and dont cave in
Your worst nightmare, Freddy Krueger, Wes Craven
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, yeah
And I dont think he really needs any coachin
The weathers gettin hot, Eazy Season approachin
Came up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the work in, I cause a commotion
Whenever Im in public, modern-day Elvis
Hoes at my shows wanted selfies
Made it here and aint nobody helped us
Now Im on a path to be great
So they say, thats what everybody tells us
Raised knee-deep in the dope game
If I had two guns up then they was both aimed
Saturday mornin, Im watchin Soul Train
Eatin leftover food, lo-mein
Now Im plant-based, couple juice bars
Im on now, I dont care if the stamp straight
Told Trae Im the truth like his name is
Can show you what pain is, Ill tell you what game is, Ghost
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Ayy Trae, let The Counselor speak
E-40! The best that ever did it and got awaywith it
Let The Counselor speak
Not a septic tank, but Im with the shit
On my coast, Im the topic and the subject
Where Im from its hella squeeze and heathens guns bust
I wish that TD Jakes would come and pray for us
They pimpin, they flockin, they like to steal and rob
Backdoor their loved ones, inside job
Thats why I stay with a stapler, a baby tomahawk
Life or death situations in case I gotta pop
I made a promise to the lord that Ima keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my soul for money
I always been for right, maybe thats whats wrong
Now Im on like the most requested song
Since a teen, I was doin my thing, Magazine
On the 1300 block, we had a machine
I had a quarter mil at the age of 19
In the kitchen cookin birdies with no wings
The best rappers come from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti sauce jars rockin up crumbs
It aint easy bein on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour
But not the blood, sweat and tears
Im an old ass youngsta, bruh, Im a vet
Sick Wid It Records, sellin cassettes before the internet
I never made a mixtape in my life
But one day Ima do it for my fans, the people that saved my life
Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on, Im on
Im on , Im on
Im on, yeah