Trae tha Truth, DMX & Chance the Rapper – I’m on 4.0

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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Busta Rhymes]I’m on (Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah)
I’m on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I’m on (Yeah)
I’m on, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
I’m on
It’s a long time comin’, Trigga (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Look, yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]We on, nigga
They seein’ the way we live it up (Woo)
Every time we up in this bitch, we toast to sip it up (Ah)
Whenever we get a powder, way we split it up (Yeah)
Every nigga up in my circle really give it up (Zulu)
Hmm, some solid niggas never switch it up (Mm-mmm)
So thorough with it, tell your bitch to get you both a cup (Yeah)
Gang shit the way we teachin’ your bitches to have manners
And inspire y’all to live, y’all niggas know what’s up

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]I be on the mission for competition to lie down
King Truth give ’em a second to get they lot out
Chain draped in ice cubes, it make ’em bow down
Name got me somewhere up top, might have to fly down
I be on my level with medals, same of a devil
Temperature the same as kettles, a rebel that never settle
Spazz out, leave a hater to dig it like he a shovel
Make a nigga take the bass out his voice and use treble
I’m on like this engine, I’m the richest off the lot
Out the roof, tryna represent my section off the block
Ever think to play with that, I bet I tell you what you not
Shooter shot you, ain’t gon’ like it when they tell you what you got
Something foreign on this old town road like Billy Cyrus
Hustle, motivated by dream like I was Iris
ABN this, stood in the trench, ain’t nothin’ stylish
I’m sick, competition, don’t panic, Corona virus

[Verse 3: Jeezy & Jay Rock]I’m on, motherfucker, I ain’t never been off
So hard, motherfucker, I ain’t never been soft (No, yeah)
Fresh out the box, I just bought a new seat (I’m on)
Disguised when I hit ’em, I just bought a new weed (Yeah)
No intro needed, yeah, you fuckin’ with the realest (What’s up?)
We not in H-Town, know I’m fuckin’ with the trillest (Yeah)
Wanna fuck in my car, yeah, that’s word to Pimp C
Bitch, I’m solid on solid, better ask Bun B (Yeah)
FBI know them facts ’bout me
And Def Jam Records got them stats ’bout me (Yeah)
Niggas where I’m from hit your hat ’bout me (Yeah)
Said I know a few bitches get the gat about me (Look, look, what’s up?)

[Verse 4: Jay Rock & DMX]It’s a win when you make it out of Watts
Either football numbers or you sittin’ in the box
Either be broker or tryna flip yola
Or high off that mota, but I am a soldier
Really don’t matter, designer or not
I am supposed to get mine off the top
Money vagina, I’m all in that box
I put you on if you listen and watch
Look, I’m on, haters wanna O-double-F me
When I’m on another song, that’s another jetski
Talkin’ down on a player, that’s one of my pet peeves
Whether love it or you hate it, forget it and let breathe
Eastside Johnny and my nigga Trae tha Truth
Same struggle, same bubble, now we elevate the youth
What’s understood, it don’t never have to be explained
You said eight, but you know, the dope, I had to stretch you, man (Look here)
[Verse 5: DMX & Ty Dolla $ign]You don’t know what you doin’, stop playin’ with it
You ain’t fucked with in the streets, stop sayin’ that you hit it
‘Cause if I say I did it, shit got done
Them other five got killed ’cause they was with that one (What? Ooh)
Fuckin’ with a real nigga in his wrong mind (Uh)
Is like fuckin’ with a jail nigga doin’ a long time (Uh)
Niggas say I’m too lost to find, and they thought that
‘Cause they saw my knuckle game, how I fought back (Ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Joyner Lucas]I’m on, I’m on, ooh, yeah
I’m on, I-I-I’m on
I’m on (Joyner, Joyner)

[Verse 6: Joyner Lucas & Method Man]Turn the treble up (Yeah)
Every time you see me I look like I leveled up (Word)
All you niggas let me down, I ain’t lettin’ up
Rather be alone, lot of hoes I can’t never trust (A hundred)
I ain’t into doin’ drugs and I never was (Yeah)
I’ve been strugglin’ tryna get to where I never could
Tell them haters when you see ’em that I said, “What’s up?”
I could turn a motherfuckin’ Sprite to a 7Up
ADHD got me on my naughty ways (Yeah)
Fuck it, I’ma show up to the party late (Woah)
Don’t compare yourself to me, we are not the same
All you niggas snitchin’, I don’t never say nobody name (Never)
Listen, I’m a big deal, so come out and play (Word)
Turn my birthday to a holiday (Yeah, Joyner)
I’ma bet on you, I promise this is not a game (Come on)
Nigga, I could shit on you and I ain’t even potty trained (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 7: Method Man & D Smoke]I think the year was ’93 when I crept in
Stepped in, same clothes I probably slept in
We set it off, set goals, then we set trends
You get a check in my city? Better check in
Man, we get it from the dirt
The dirt’s tryna hit you with a verse
And the verse tryna hit you where it hurt
A lot of y’all don’t get it, but it works
Honestly, I did it for the work (Look)
And the tithes they was givin’ in the church (Uh)

[Verse 8: D Smoke]The limit ain’t the sky, so be advised
A G arrived that will arise to each occasion
Penitentiary bars, out the studio, garage
When duty calls, I’m everything but complacent, face it (Yeah)
Inglewood produced a great that’s leadin’ the race (Yeah)
I been layin’ bricks like a mason, feedin’ ’em steak
Breathin’, I make heathens say grace
Stay seekin’ his face, nigga
I’m on and I ain’t worried ’bout no fake niggas

[Verse 9: Chance the Rapper & Ty Dolla $ign]It’s your world, uh, I’m just squirrel
Lookin’ for a acorn
Early bird is the word, but I hate worms
I mean I like them, I’d just really rather pay for ’em
You better spell this shit right, I’ma pay for him
I heard the best things in life, you should wait for ’em
But when we hit the restaurant, we don’t even get a waiter
Baby mama be like, “What the fuck we waitin’ for?”
I know the next dish is the best dish
I think the kitchen must’ve hit with a chef kiss
I know the devil still got me on his checklist
I hope that God still got me on the guestlist (Ugh)
Early bird gets the Chick-fil-A breakfast (Ugh)
Early bird eatin’ like he had a tape worm (Ugh)
You led me on way too long, let the cape burn (Ooh, yeah)
You left me on way too long, I don’t take turns (Ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]I’m on (Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah)
I’m on (Yeah)
Ooh, yeah
I’m on
I’m on
I’m on

[Verse 10: Chance the Rapper]Put me on right now, I know when I’m winter coat in the fall
And you got nothin’ at all, but put me on right now
Wanna see me save ’em all? Put me on right now
When they hear your favorite song, put me on right now
I can do it by myself, put me on right now
I know they lookin’ for a shelf to put me on right now
Put me on right now

[Verse 11: G Herbo & Ty Dolla $ign]I done seen money, like the real kind (Nah-nah-nah)
I blew a mill’, like in real time (For real)
And I’m blessed, some loved ones doin’ real time (For real crime)
They feel when I rhyme ’cause these real lines
I don’t flex, they hate to see a nigga shine (They hatin’)
Been havin’ VVS, these bigger diamonds (Boy)
I’m a boss now, only work on big assignments (Yeah)
Barely pay attention to you ’cause a nigga grindin’ (Grindin’)