Nevelle Viracocha - ON ME lyrics

ON ME VERSE 1: I packed up my sh** and hopped right off the porch with no dollar just dreams Might have earned some stripes but i learned that this life it ain't all that it seems Yeah i kick sh** so dope think it's fresh off the boat flow come from Medellin I just wake up the n bake up then cake up now thats what i call a routine Out of space, do that make me the flyest officially They gone try to hit me with a missile thats missing me Flat on they back, let them lie in their misery Look where I'm from, i was bound to make history In Italy, i chat over pesto and penne I f** up my lunch, then do tennis in venice Then right after that, take a shower get spiffy That guy in my mirror been pimpin since pimpin I blow money, throw money, more money more money I got it, i spend it But i'm all about my cheddar, my feta, my spinach b**h i do this sh**, just big as elephants' I sense what you thinking that's telekinesis If i sense enemy then it's die or defeat them Living life and the motto goes f** em or feed em I'm giving my people something to believe in CHORUS: On me 8x On me, (what you tell them) On Me, (tell them put that) On Me, (whole fam) On Me, (you know i got it) On Me, (all my n***as) On Me, (bet they see us) On Me, (where i come from) On Me, (bet they gone put it on) VERSE 2: Took her from hot topic to Viracocha shopping Hop off my jock drop off and a**ist I'm John Stockton She gone count up that profit while i go hit stock market for options My pockets went pop that urban sh** just ain't what's popping Thats a gift and a curse once they can see what's real Don't ever ask me if i'm out or is i'm in, I Remember back when this life we live was just pretend (i was stuck) down on my dick oil i made a commitment to get sh** in Caught a couple of you f** boys biting n***as style like that's allowed f** that nan n***a fiona eat off of me i'm no holyfield (no way) Take a quick look around, invented that style i set that trend Well, i guess that's just life let me fight my fight Don't feel no fear that's on me CHORUS: On me 8x On me, (what you tell them) On Me, (tell them put that) On Me, (whole fam) On Me, (you know i got it) On Me, (all my n***as) On Me, (bet they see us) On Me, (where i come from) On Me, (bet they gone put it on) VERSE 3: Heard little miss mama got a bun in the oven Right before i said it better be a hell of a summer She's still baby girl to me now having her own youngin Leaving nice and nephews never wanting for nothing I'm seeing way too many s**ers wanting something for nothing Say f** em, no longer trying to be humble or nothing It'll be the main ones splashing when it's raining the money that'll be running for cover when they hear that thunder coming Just a lesson learned and i put that on everything Wake up drop down thank the lord and pray for rain They be switching up, i keep it the same Smell the ghanja, lingering like paper planes That's in the air no your and my high not the same Snatch a check then disappear go David Blaine Don't take no time to see this sh** here ain't no game f** the fame either way its all on me CHORUS: On me 8x On me, (what you tell them) On Me, (tell them put that) On Me, (whole fam) On Me, (you know i got it) On Me, (all my n***as) On Me, (bet they see us) On Me, (where i come from) On Me, (bet they gone put it on)