On Me

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot hoops cruise '93 magic blue on Shaq feet Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me Finally got that ass bitch, striptease me last week I guess I got the dick so I make the rules When they let the mothernigga play the rules Strapped up motherfucker better play it cool FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool I'm a fool dog ass nigga So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch I'm a fool dog ass nigga So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] And It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me [Verse 2: JasonMartin] Compton California that's where I'm from Fuck your girl pussy until it's numb Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin Fakers stay hating long as real niggas recognize I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good Taking care of my day ones and feeding all my wolves 2 365's ago I was live you know Yeah I got off more tree than woods Nigga its the real, ace of spades a deal It ain't what you say it's how you say it, you feel I do it from the chest I reek of success You ain't seen a nigga this cold out the West in a long time Say you wanna problem it's a long line Super hot boy push a cold line Shining, you staring at a gold mine I'm on now, showtime [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] And It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Said it's on me We smoking OG I meet up with my nigga We chopping the whole key I slap it on the five, he slap it on the G But yo that's still my folks be close since '93 It's been money over bitches running with my niggas Hooping with a squad of robbers and dope dealers Look how these conditions turn children to cold killers Knowing that the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas I'm thugging to the East Bay Hit my nigga jack and said I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that you know how play Hit a lick or flipping zippers I told my girl I'm just that type of nigga Got my killer from the East Bay Hit L.A. and got some weight off to a 8th Tray He broke it down and had my money at the next day Hit a lick or flipping zippers Told my girl I'm just that type of nigga [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] And It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me