THAT'S ON ME Lyrics

(Welcome to the boom bap station)

The Phillips screen endlessly projects

Red, yellow and green

Unseen colorways

Branded the mind of teens

Soft as dynamite

Drenched in shea butter cream

Thinking back, to the times

When I was simply a

Mean green horned baby with big smiles

And sweat sweat

Running down the side of my right eye

Didn't need to worry bout the shit in front of my third eye

Felt like a king

Even when they forced me to serve

I drop to my knees

If I see 12 like I'm Lil Durk

I give my life

To the mic

And nothing else

I live like a main character of the universe

I'm breaking free

Of the generational curse

I'm the, I'm the

I'm the head of the table

I may be dead inside

But I tell tales no fables

I make

Sales no labour

Powered by god

I'm able

I might

Move into Castel dell'Ovo

Waterfront Naples

So if I put too much strain on myself

(That's on me)

My eyes heavy

Emotional death

(That's on me)

And if I choose to buy weed from the cornerman

Speed through the borderland

Feed from my other hand

Goals far from your imagination

(That's on me)

Soles flat

Cold sweats

Heavy legs, spider webs

Out here trynna keep it in rotation

(That's on me)

Welcome to the boom bap station

(That's on me)

What are we moving towards?

Bust downs and world tours

The bitch fuck with Harry Potter

She pass me the spliffindor

Undisputed champion of the world got plenty awards

Might fuck with WWE get slammy awards

Tall, dark, soft nigga

I done fought plenty of wars

Shut the fuck up if you got nothing you're standing up for

Screaming 468

Don't know what I'm repping it for

It's far too late used to contemplate

On caving your face in

Stomping your head and you brains splatter the pavement

Tired of seeing your face when I close my apertures

So you saying that I am stuck would be and understatement

It's far too late man

I'm the head of the table

I may be dead inside

But I tell tales no fables

I make

Sales no labour

Powered by god

I'm able

I might

Move into Castel dell'Ovo

Waterfront Naples

So if I put too much strain on myself

(That's on me)

My eyes heavy

Emotional death

(That's on me)

And if I choose to buy weed from the cornerman

Speed through the borderland

Feed from my other hand

Goals far from your imagination

(That's on me)

Soles flat

Cold sweats

Heavy legs, spider webs

Out here trynna keep it in rotation

(That's on me)

Welcome to the boom bap station

(That's on me)