I'm on 4.0

作词 : Frazier Othel Thompson III

作曲 : Frazier Othel Thompson III

[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, mother****er, I ain't never been off

So hard, mother****er, 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 ****in' with the realest (What's up?)

We not in H-Town, know I'm ****in' with the trillest (Yeah)

Wanna **** 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 v****a, 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 ****ed 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)

****in' with a real nigga in his wrong mind (Uh)

Is like ****in' 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 mother****in' Sprite to a 7Up

ADHD got me on my naughty ways (Yeah)

**** 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 **** 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')