Trae Tha Truth - Iím On 2.0 (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Trae Tha Truth - Iím On 2.0 (Lyrics - Paroles)

Trae Tha Truth - Iím On 2.0 (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Chorus : Mark Morrison]
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that Iíll be back
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that Iíll be back

[Big K.R.I.T]
Today is the day I get out on my feet
Remove them chains, they shackled on me
Press my luck, stop f-cking with them hoe in the club
Cause the same motherf-ckers are the ones that got me stuck
Tryna use me up ítil my tank on E
Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets
For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight
Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake
Make Ďem swallow the base from the sugar
Iíd rather be a dead man than a nigga
Iíd rather roam chrome rims than swisha
I gotta make moves, I canít hang with ya
They used to be the fly shit back in í95
But now I want a crib and a car I can drive
And ainít nobody out there help me cause Iím grown
Gotta leave them childish games alone
Nigga Iím on

[Trae Tha Truth]
Iím in the hood still praying for a piece of fate
I know he on his way Iím hoping he donít make it late
Iím up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate
Iím Babe Truth you can tell Ďem Iím one of the greats
Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie
Iím the truth nigga something that you ?
A thousand watts ainít a thing that I canít shine
It ainít a wrist or a chain that I can rock
Tell Ďem Iím on something like city lights
I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights
Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights
You can tell Ďem I put on for my city in plenty fights
Tell Ďem I ainít gon lose they heated like Iím a ?
Iím bout to throw Ďem in this drop with no ceilings
So I can fail Ďem?
Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom
And jump out on haters just to tell Ďem I couldnít stand Ďem

Iím on top of my game yo, the OG
Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow
Iím about that Cash not that Tango
Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol
Claim to be a real nigga we know you ainít though
I be in the hood, all the places you canít go
Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo
Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, itís pitiful
Hoes only after your bankroll
Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes
Yeah I rep my set, I ainít in the gang though
I protect my neck I carry the thing yo
Iím on the same shit that the boss is on
Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone
Iím on a winning streak. I done got my losses on
Itís ironic cause even when Iím off Iím on
Yeah Iím on

[Mark Morrison]
Iím on
Iím on
Iím on

[J. Cole]
Iím íbout to cop the Porsche
Eternally grateful for the support
Made the cover of The Source
Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse
Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse
May the force be with you, bullet hit you
You bleed and I bleed with you
Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you
This a preview I see you in the summer
My new shit dumber, Iím on

[Kendrick Lamar]
Life at the bottom is devastating
Youíre hardly ever debated
The party is obligated
By suckers that wanna be you
And never live with in matrix
And never ever related to struggle and dedication
Your hustle is nominated
Anonymous then you faded
The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited
They vomited everytime that a rapperís annihilated
Just wish them happy belated
F-ck you I made it, Iím on

Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA
Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay
The days turn to nights but the nights never change
Itís funny how ďtime is moneyĒ used to be a turn of phrase

Iím no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?
And they say Bob man itís good to have you back
But I say, Iíve been here, where the f-ck have yíall been at?

Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats í93
I was four now Iím 22 on tour
One two shots of my life, barely hold on
But Iím drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
With micís on, lights on, And they goní applaud
Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before
And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on
Iím too fly, I ainít got a flaw
Tell the law we above the law
God bless Amen, every lost soul
And the group so good went solo
Globe trotting, now Iím blowing up like an afro
Nigga thought you knew what I do
Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe
Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof
Bitch Iím a rebel so I move how I wanna move
Last King YMCMB

[Gudda Gudda]
Used to run around the hood picking honeys up
Now Iím doing shows around the world picking money up
Used to be slept on like a pillow
Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals
Now its money in my mental
And women get sentimental huh
Itís cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah
Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah
Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down

[Bun B]
When the world spins around and around on its axis
? flip from town to town with the package
Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress
Sending clowns underground for practice
The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown
But never in the battle when the drama goes down
Easy to be the boss from behind the wall
But be goní see who really goes down when itís time to brawl
Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying
You gotta show love to where you from all day
And when the going gets rough
Donít get to going from the ?
Put it down for your people
Know the land know what Iím saying

[Mark Morrison]
Iím on
Iím On

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