I'm On (feat. Big Boi & Lupe Fiasco) - Trae tha Truth

I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (oh) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Riding in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna keep my head above water So I stayed out the navy I, I, I made a promise to my girl Said Imma leave town and bring back the whole world So I bought a ticket Took longer than expected Came back around like a necklace And the first thing she said, was (it's too late) Like nigga, I got needs too I found a man who gave me what I need Now I don't need you I barely gotta text to call back You old lying ass nigga You're a dog Out here chasing paper Fucking bitches Nah Nah nigga you're too late Live with it Now you got a roommate My homie served ten years It's too late for him to be treated equally Too late for him to make it out the hood legally Riding around doing my thing Is it too late to be trying to live dreams Turn them up real Reality is just a technicality And so is being fake So don't tell me that I'm that I'm too late I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (oh) Alarm clock said I'm too late And they said I'm too weak I could use a few weights So they said I took too long And don't look too strong Well how long would you take Waitin's got me here in the first place Another second maybe second Maybe third in the worst case Now we'll display On my word plays Moving weight It's such a trap Move and wait You can't do that I know I'm dope man But I can't move crack And is such a fraction They way you thinking about your plans But I tryna bring it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers design both of the sedans Ride with Mr. Right on time Or stay Miss another chance, man Re-direct it at the girls Not an ultimatum Just an option in this world But things come and go When the clocks never stop Be on time for nothing A little late for a lot I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (oh) I hope it's not too late I hope it's not too late The last thing I wanna hear is too late Tell me is it too late for me to try and change the world Is it too late to say I wanna change girls Is it too late even though I'm the shit Is it too late to tell ya'll to suck my dick Bitch I do it too late for what I want it I need it If I need it I got it Cause this how finally famous niggas do

And they sing, singy-singy-sing-sing Singy-sing-sing-sing-sing Sing, mm-mm-hm I wish you were lying, oh, oh, oh Yes, I do I wish that you were lying I hope none of that comes true Rappers die too much That's it, that's the verse I wish that you were lying to me, oh, oh, oh Yes, I do I wish that you were lying to me I hope none of that comes true Yeah, silent reflection was the first verse's mission I ain't want to water it down with a whole bunch of conditions Just give it to you raw how a nigga really feelin' "Rappers get shot too much" probably has a lot more precision But that was the decision, and with that, I'ma stick I don't really support niggas 'cause the shit be making me sick Look at what we say in this bitch just to get rich Shoot a nigga right in the head, don't even flinch Nah, nah, we can't, we can't talk about that We gotta talk about something else I mean, because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas Like, the fuck is you talkin' about? Nigga, talk about something else, talk about something else Nigga, talk about something else I've admired many cities through the windows of hotels From the window of a plane, I've seen the window of a cell The plane started to fly, the rain started to fell That's LaGuardia and Riker's, a airport next to a jail I took a picture looked like my window was crying 'Cause it was sad 'cause all they saw every day was somebody flying And they was trapped, this shit is wack But it was crack under my wall like a plaque Keep yours eyes on the prize and your thumbs on the apps Facts, I wish that they was lying in their raps How does that transpire To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars? All we talk about are our goddamned priors Shiny metal boxes on top of goddamned tyres Goddamned tired If I say I didn't indulge, my pants would be on goddamn fire 'Cause I'm a part of the problem Sometimes the P-, sometimes the -roblem Fame, all in the name of martyrdom (yeah) (I wish that you were lying) What's the difference between a posthumous album And a life insurance policy? Spotify A dollar's worth what a dollar buy, go monetize I wish that you were lying to me Oh yes, I do, yeah I wish that you were lying to me I hope that none of that comes true, ooh Giving you a fourth, wanna make up for the first Only 'cause I know that you can take another verse Want the Quran to be a lie 'cause Hell sounds like it hurts Also want it to be real 'cause Heaven sounds like it's turnt Wear my conscience like a condom 'cause I don't wanna be burnt Wear my dharma like its armor 'cause I don't wanna return To the wheel of the quivering meat conception Sometimes I hide inside Kerouac for protection From the Thanksgiving where bears attacking the dressing Like Tekken, just lean back and tear into that refreshment Sometimes real life parallaxes in depression (That's real) Maybe not lie, maybe just chill (yo) Maybe not die, maybe just kill (wait, no) Maybe survive making a mil' Greetings wavy but wavy don't make you a Navy SEAL I wish that you were lying to me Oh yes, I do I wish that you were lying to me I hope that none of that comes true, ooh

(The Game: Laughing, smoking) Lemme put you on game (gunshot) Lemme put you on game Don't you know that I run this place, And I've begun this race, Must I rerun this pace? I'm the reason its become this way And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised (Lemme put you on game) They love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist (Lemme put you on game) Some of your smartest have tried to articulate My whole part in this But they're fruitless in their harvest The drow grows from my footsteps I'm the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with (Lemme put you on game) Through the back alleys And the black markets, The Oval Offices, The crackhouses and apartments Through the mazes of the queens, The pages of the sages And the Chambers of The Kings (Lemme put you on game) Through the veins-es of the fiends, A paper chaser's pager, Yo, I'm famous on the scene One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things Speak every single language on the planet, kna'mean? (Lemme put you on game) I am the American dream, The rape of Africa The undying machine, The overpriced medicine, The murderous regime, The tough guy's front, And the one behind the scenes (Lemme put you on game) I am the blood of this city, It's gas, water, and electricity, I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's history, The gunshots in the class And you can't pass if you're missin, G. I taught them better than that I taught them aim for the head And hope they never come back I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, Hope he never comes back, I hope he's with your mother, With my hustlers high in my traps (Lemme put you on game) I hope you die in his trash, I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag, Behind the hospital little baby, Crack addicts had (Lemme put you on game) Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper, A welfare-receiving prostitute And gold digger, You can watch on TV, How they should properly depict you, The rivers should flow with liquor, Quench your thirst on my elixirs, (Lemme put you on game) I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor The trusted misleader, The number one defender, And from a throne of their bones I rule, These fools are my fuel So I make them Cool (Lemme put you on game) Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool, And feed 'em from the table that held the Corleone's food, If you die, tell 'em that you played my game I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name, 'Cause I'm the... (gunshot)

Tonight, tonight, tonight The stars are aligned and the pain is collidin' And the pain is arrivin' and she's up there smilin' And the fear is applauded of the sky are the wall Of the pain rules are gone with no children tomorrow They're drivin' me crazy this war is my lady Who bought all our babies do not hear the amazin' The tick of the time of the slip of the rhyme Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the tickin' Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Disease the virus is spreadin' in all directions No safe zone, no cure and no protection No sense of survivin' or signs of an infection No vaccines remedies and no corrections Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections Don't let 'em in not a friend not a reflection Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and Don't accept 'em if you wanna stay that's an exception Appeal, the heal the I'll of this Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance The poor say, The rich have the cure? The rich say, The poor aren't the source? Revolutionaries say,? It's psychological war Invented by the press just to have somethin' to proper? Some say the first case came from a maternity war Some say 'em all, some say the skies, some say the floor Hoes say the nuns, nuns say the hoes And everybody is sure The scientists said, It only infects the mind? The little boy said, It only infects the girls? The preacher man said, It's gonna kill off the soul? A bum said, It's gonna kill whole wide world? Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Believe some say the neon signs Might allow speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine A subtle silence to demolish the troubled conscious Of a compass with no knowledge and every freedom denied Every dream is designed and broadcasted From the masters to the masses from the antennas on top of the trine As far as the receivin' planet during a panic is shorted It reports back everythin' in your mind Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is dyin' Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a crime Everythin' was healed and everythin' rewinds And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line And she likes it and she loves it The savage, the madness, the bad shit The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the ashes To ashes everythin' in to twine My fend fatal my darlin' fongolin' angel Once caught her changin' her batteries in her halo Receipt for her wings and everythin' that she paid for And the address to the factory where they made those The scientist says, She all inside mind? The little boy said, "What happened to all the girls?" The preacher man says, She gonna kill off the souls? The dope boy said, It's the whole wide world? Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight

Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna head wash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro, but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real, but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)

Niggas better see a nigga roll Starched down & I'm rollin' on 84's. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang, I'm a Swang the slab, lean to the left Pop my trunk & show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt I'm a vet, so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame .44's to 24's I'm subject to glide mayne Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no takin' my ride mayne We gangsta & it ain't too much you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us 'cause these bounters got boppers tryin' to jock us We the best at what we gon' be & these haters know it So haters hate us to death & I know 'cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin' And for them jackers thinkin' fly, just picture what I be holdin' Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A few of them will have you leakin' 'til your dead or your swollen But still I ride like the law, floatin' above everything I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over, nigga fresh off the chain, peep the slang. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang & a Swang & I Swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone Movin' on, groovin' to this soothin' song I'm cruisin' along, still got a Screw tape on Still in the zone, wishin' Corey Blunt was home Ridin' on chrome, bangin' with my bub' lights on Ridin' home Southeast of the Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on His heart beat pumps through my flesh & bones Flippin' with Trae, mobbin' down MLK He's blue over gray, I'm tippin' sellin' duece today It's dub K, chiefin' on some lovely And we on the Boulevard actin' ugly, we gon'... Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang-Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin' stacks In the back of a Lac on this glass, your finna see me struttin' Cuttin' corners on the daily basis Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces I'm on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin' to the left I'm roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers & belts Or maybe in an Impala '67 Chevy be spinnin' Invisible set display everytime they catchin' me grinnin' Off in they face, it ain't too much that they can do to a G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me 'cause I still be top of my game Just don't come off inside of my range I might be leavin' a stain Whether my slab or beam Niggas gon' respect that we gangsta T-shirt & Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wanksta's Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang And thanks to Screw & P A T we got 'em diggin' our slang, ha. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old Girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them Camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish Friends Coulda been the President, rather be the Man instead Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, Whaaaaaat) Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner Surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm Polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond Infested Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my Time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it Out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going Out I'm getting money, probably something you Don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was Showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a Throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was Warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in My lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real shit boi, these niggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want Like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money Calling Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the Paint I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see Me My dick hard, your bitch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)