I'm On 3.0 Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

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' 

I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin' 

Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't 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, ain't no point in you cleanin' 

I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin' 

Automatic still give 'em the same kick 

Started the sideline, now I'm starrin' in game 6 

Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc 

Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick 

Never the same chick, yeah I'm 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 

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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 

I'm self-made, wasn't 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 

I'm allergic to broke niggas in the precinct 

Found out my man was hatin' and we ain't speak since 

Barney's, Nord's can't add up the paper we spent 

Tryna get drunk, I'm tokin', I got a P bent 

I touched a million, ain't sleep since, on defense 

Photos 

Freedom got me feelin' like I flown up 

Out of prison, I ain't think that I was blowin' up 

Bunch of young rich niggas holdin' Rollies up 

Run up on us, watch how quick I'll lift the toaster up 

Money got me feelin' like you can't 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 ain't no ho in us 

Shit ain't even last, free bro and them 

In Chicago I'm home, that's on foe and them 

Now I'm thinkin' right 'cause I see I can make it 

Saw the fam strugglin' and I couldn't 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 

I've 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 

I'm colder than December in the winter cold 

Look, I've 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', that's the Wraith 

Got the top in the trunk, that's a don 

I could give it to a nigga either way 'cause I'm on, L 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, yeah 

Wakin' up, feelin' good, rollin' through the neighborhood 

Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a different way 

I don't take no mess, get it off of my chest 

I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh 

Off the east side, Trae called me up and said 

"Unc I'ma 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 that'll 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, y'all? 

See you in high definition with a mothafuckin' real Dogg 

And every day I'm on 

And if I wasn't, then why would I say I'm on? 

Get an M and get low, that's the Dre I'm on 

Get a B in blue, that's the Jay I'm on 

They on sidelines watchin' what play I'm on 

I call a audible, that's what a baller do 

They keep askin' me, is there more to do? 

Well ain't water wet? Well then it's more to get 

To my shorty's set, and his shorty's set 

This game ain't over, it's more quarters left 

I gotta rep my city, do it for the set 

I gotta talk my shit until I'm 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 ain't really feelin' that off and on shit, I'm 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 it's 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 I'ma let it be 

Chamilitary mane 

They thought I was done, but really I ain't even stress it 

Just look at all the dough I got invested 

Two years and two billion dollar exits 

And now your relevance ain't lookin' that impressive (it ain't) 

So glad we ain't 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, I've been gettin' paid ever since 

Be okay, still paid, still stackin' it 

We gon' stay, courtside, that's 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 it's okay, Gotham City needs savin' 

They'll fight back but I'ma shock 'em like Raiden 

I don't fold, I don't quit and don't cave in 

Your worst nightmare, Freddy Krueger, Wes Craven 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, yeah 

And I don't think he really needs any coachin' 

The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy Season approachin' 

Came up and everybody sees the devotion 

I put the work in, I cause a commotion 

Whenever I'm in public, modern-day Elvis 

Hoes at my shows wanted selfies 

Made it here and ain't nobody helped us 

Now I'm on a path to be great 

So they say, that's what everybody tells us 

Raised knee-deep in the dope game 

If I had two guns up then they was both aimed 

Saturday mornin', I'm watchin' Soul Train 

Eatin' leftover food, lo-mein 

Now I'm plant-based, couple juice bars 

I'm on now, I don't care if the stamp straight 

Told Trae I'm the truth like his name is 

Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what game is, Ghost 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

Ayy Trae, let The Counselor speak 

E-40! The best that ever did it and got away with it 

Let The Counselor speak 

Not a septic tank, but I'm with the shit 

On my coast, I'm the topic and the subject 

Where I'm from it's 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 

That's 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 I'ma keep it funky 

Never switched, never sell my soul for money 

I always been for right, maybe that's what's wrong 

Now I'm 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 ain't easy bein' on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour 

But not the blood, sweat and tears 

I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet 

Sick Wid It Records, sellin' cassettes before the internet 

I never made a mixtape in my life 

But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the people that saved my life 

I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, I'm on 

I'm on, yeah