I'm On

[Intro] (Fyre) [Chorus: Poo Bear] I'm on I'm on I'm on Ooh, yeah I'm on I'm on I'm on I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Fyre) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Uh, yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings Devil on me, Spitalfields and AllSaints Playing field ain't leveling the lane Throw stones at your bones, kick pebbles at your pain Swear they go hard, but they sold Jell-O in the paint Trying to Carmelo, but he can't Lord have mercy But we'll be having that jersey Flowing so hungry, rapping that thirsty Think fast, fast women like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Fast life like born on Wednesday and died on Thursday Fast money like Zakat al-Fitr, break fast Slow my roll like brake pads 'Cause if you run the light, they just might stop you niggas Rodney King on the dome, just things that I'm on [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Uh, I'm on this one way, headed where the slums play If I don't make it, then somebody tell my son spray Struggling first class, headed for the runway Real nigga shit, I gotta make it one day Sick of hard times, so I tell 'em to fall back Sitting in all white but the Phantom is all black For everything I lost, tell 'em I want it all back Everyone who left me for nothing, tell 'em to call back They ain't authentic, tell them I don't even relate Minus the love, they feel like I was somethin' to hate Tell them hate now, the world lookin' at 'em They on the front row, everybody lookin' at 'em I used to have dark nights, now it's bright lights Daytime bus pass, now it's night flights Had a poor man swag, now it's priced right (Fyre) Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it's sliced right Yeah, you can tell 'em I'm on The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em I'm home Used to be at the bottom, tell 'em it wasn't for long Now I'm always in the hood like I never was gone I'm on, I told 'em I'm somethin' that ain't gon' cut off Try to hit the switch if you want, I ain't gon' cut off A hundred thousand volts of Truth, I ain't gon' shut off Anything in the way is gon' get permanently shut off [Chorus: Poo Bear] I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah) I'm on (Woah, ooh, yeah) I'm on (Fyre) [Verse 3: Big Boi] Never letting go, although sometimes I slip Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit Notice it every time I pick up the microphone and spit Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit But this ain't physics or rocket science It's a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired I am not a motivational speaker But people get easily motivated when they hear B-I-G wreakin' Havoc on the track, boy, grab it, hold it tight My city growl with me, hootie hoo-ing through the night sky Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon Rocking alligator shoes, I'm on [Verse 4: Wale] You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high Rather live alone forever than live a lie I'm in the zone, foam pros keepin' me comfy Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage I'm in love with some women, more in love with my mother I'm in love with my God, less in love with this money And my level is off, got a bigger cigar Out in Vegas with broads 'bout as thick as Toccara My ambition is ammunition if this is war They can't run, they can't run, this is a wall Got forever endurance, forever under purists I put my breath in this motherfucker, they better hear it Good denim, bad women and better lyrics My only dream to get rich and never marry Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear And I ain't trippin', my only competition's the mirror [Outro: Poo Bear, Wale, & Big Boi] Ooh, yeah Wale I'm on Double M-G shit I'm on I'm on Yeah I'm on (Woah) Got Lupe Fiasco, Trae tha Truth I'm on (Woah, ooh yeah) And Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax I'm on (Fyre) I'm on I'm on I'm on