I'm on 4.0

[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 see the way we live it up (Woo) Every time we up in this bitch, we toast and sip it up (Ah) Whenever we get a pile of weight, 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-mm) 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 been on a mission for competition to lie down King Truth give 'em a second to get they lie down 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 that bass out his voice and use treble I'm on like this engine I'm directin' 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 Shoot a 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 green like I was Irish ABN, bitch, stood in the trench, ain't nothin' stylish I'm sick, competition gon' panic, coronavirus [Verse 3: Jeezy & Jay Rock] I'm on, motherfucker, I ain't never been off So hard, motherfucker, I ain't never been soft (Never been soft) Fresh out the box, I just bought a new SIG (I'm on) Disguised when I hit 'em, I just bought a new wig (Yeah) No intro needed, yeah, you fuckin' with the realest (What's up?) When out in H-Town, know I'm fuckin' with the trillest (Yeah) She wanna fuck 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 'bout 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 a 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 jet-ski Talkin' down on the 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] If 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 'Til 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'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 could 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 7 Up ADHD got me on my naughty wave (Yeah) Fuck it, I might 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 (Joyner) I might 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 (Good) 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 I'm a mason, feedin' 'em steak Breathin', I make heathens say grace, they 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 an 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 on my pay form 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 it with a chef kiss I know the devil still got me on his checklist I hope that God still got me on the guest list (Ugh) Early bird gets the Chick-fil-A breakfast (Ugh) Early bird eatin' like he had a tapeworm (Ugh) You left me on way too long, let the cake 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 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 Wanna hear your favorite song? Put me on right now I can't 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'll blow a mil', like in real time (For real) And I'm blessin' 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, I only work on big assignments (Yeah) Barely pay attention to you 'cause a nigga grindin' (Grindin')