I'm On 2.0 Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Return of the mack You know that I'll be back 

Return of the mack You know that I'll be back 

Today is the day I get out on my feet 

Remove them chains, they shackled on me 

Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club 

Cause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck 

Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E 

Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets 

For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight 

Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake 

Make 'em swallow the base from the sugar 

I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga 

I'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha 

I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya 

They used to be the fly shit back in '95 

But now I want a crib and a car I can drive 

And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown 

Gotta leave them childish games alone 

Nigga I'm on 

I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate 

I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late 

I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate 

I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats 

Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie 

I'm the truth nigga something that your name not 

A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine 

It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock 

Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights 

I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights 

Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights 

You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights 

Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?] 

I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings 

So I can fail 'em? 

Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom 

And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em 

I'm on top of my game yo, the OG 

Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow 

I'm about that Cash not that Tango 

Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol 

Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though 

I be in the hood, all the places you can't go 

Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo 

Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful 

Hoes only after your bankroll 

Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes 

Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though 

I protect my neck I carry the thing yo 

I'm on the same shit that the boss is on 

Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone 

I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on 

It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on 

Yeha I'm on 

I'm on 

I'm on 

I'm on 

I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche 

Eternally grateful for the support 

Made the cover of The Source 

Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse 

Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse 

May the force be with you, bullet hit you 

You bleed and I bleed with you 

Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you 

This a preview I see you in the summer 

My new shit dumber, I'm on 

Life at the bottom is devastating 

You're hardly ever debated 

The party is obligated 

By suckers that wanna be you 

And never live with in matrix 

And never ever related to struggle and dedication 

Your hustle is nominated 

Anonymous then you faded 

The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited 

They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated 

Just wish them happy belated 

Fuck you I made it, I'm on 

Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA 

Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay 

The days turn to nights but the nights never change 

It's funny how "time is money" used to be a turn of phrase 

But now it's company policy 

I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing? 

And they say Bob man it's good to have you back 

But I say, I've been here, where the fuck have ya'll been at? 

Thinking how Pac lived at 22 that's '93 

I was four now I'm 22 on tour 

One two shots of my life, barely hold on 

But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline 

With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud 

Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before 

And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on 

I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw 

Tell the law we above the law 

God bless Amen, every lost soul 

And the group so good went solo 

Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro 

Nigga thought you knew what I do 

Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe 

Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof 

Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move 

Last King YMCMB 

Used to run around the hood picking honeys up 

Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up 

Used to be slept on like a pillow 

Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals 

Now it's money in my mental 

And women get sentimental huh 

It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah 

Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah 

Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down 

When the world spins around and around on it's axis 

Boys flip from town to town with the package 

Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress 

Sending clowns underground for practice 

The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown 

But never in the battle when the drama goes down 

Easy to be the boss from behind the wall 

But be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl 

Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying 

You gotta show love to where you from all day 

And when the going gets rough 

Don't get to going, get to staying 

Put it down for your people 

Know the land know what I'm saying 

I'm on 

I'm On 

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