On Me ft. Khalil Jibran Lyrics

Why you wanna, why you wann

Why you wanna, Why you wanna fuck with me

Tell my momma, tell my mom

Tell my momma God must've wanted me

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

I stay out the way of these clout chasers

I don’t chase fame, I chase paper

Those type of niggaz be cut throats

Frenemies, on the low haters

That’s why I ask for no favors

I’ve realized there’s no saviors

But these tens toes, I won’t fold

Mashallah I’m this old

While my niggaz in the dirt

My baby girl is on a shirt

Nightmares of puttin in work

Lights off in the crib, pride hurt

Imagine sleeping wit a gun

Instead of a true love one

My world is upside down

All that with rumors going round

And I’m like what

These mothafuckas got me fucked up

Kick me when I’m down, frowns hidden with a smile

I can’t pay attention, gotta hold the fam down

Money keep callin, you niggaz just stalling

I got a group of niggaz thats all in

Forever I been fallin

This past year, climbing

Tryna change the climate

Listen don’t speak, been moving in silence

Say what you gotta say, I don’t give a fuck

I can get you touched

But it’ll hurt more when a nigga up

I’ve had a lil money but it ain’t enough

I kill you niggaz if you fuck it up

You know wassup, I keep the burner tuck

When jersey on, they gone know it’s us

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

Tired of acting like, I ain't who I know I am

Tired of being in the stu till like 4 a.m

Tired of trying, tired of being tired

Puffing loud to keep them voices quiet Keep me even kill

My life's a movie, God is Steven Spiel

Im Jack looking for my Jill

To find the steepest hill So we can chill

Back rubs and long talks, long walks through the park

Moon shine bright in the dark, nobody listen when a nigga talk

Chill nigga let ya body talk, rain drops clean the body chalk

Where they treat black boys like black boards

Bullets point through em, what the hell am I doing

Reflect, how the hell am I moving

Blue pills, blue faces, gotta see new places

Gotta be the fuckin greatest, haters hated that I made it

Making statements faded, chasing sacred places

All my dreams inflated, waiting my time, faith in the grind huh

Thinking bout my time like

Is it here yet, can I be accepted by my peers yet

Nah, o'well, fuck it, umma just keep going

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me

I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me

I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me

Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me