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Correct I'm On 2.0 Lyrics
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[Intro: Mark Morrison] Return of the mack, return of the mack Return of the mack, you know that I’ll be back Return of the mack, return of the mack Return of the mack, you know that I’ll be back [Verse 1: Big K. R. I. T] Today is the day I get out on my feet Remove them chains, they shackled on me Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoes that cluck Cause the same motherfuckers the ones that got me stuck Tryna use me up ’til my tank on E Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight Soon as you move out the hood them niggas hollering you fake Make ‘em swallow the bass from the Kicker I’d rather be a dead man than a nigga I’d rather roll chrome rims than a swisha I gotta make moves, I can’t hang with ya That used to be the fly shit back in ’95 But now I want a crib and a car I can drive And ain’t nobody out there help me cause I’m grown Gotta leave them childish games alone Nigga I’m on [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I’m in the hood still praying for a piece of faith I know he on his way I’m hoping he don’t make it late I’m up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate I’m Babe Truth, you can tell ‘em I’m one of the greats Used to shoot for the stars now my aim live I’m the truth nigga something that your name not A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can’t shine It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can't rock Tell ‘em I’m on something like city lights I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights You can tell ‘em I put on for my city in plenty fights Tell ‘em I ain't gon lose they heated like I’mma tan 'em I’m bout to throw ‘em in this drop with no ceilings so I can fan ‘em Pull up on the bike same color the Phantom And jump out on them haters just to tell ‘em I couldn’t stand ‘em [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yeah, I’m on top of my game yo The og Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow I’m about that cash not that tango Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though I be in the hood, all the places you can’t go Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it’s pitiful Hoes only after your bankroll Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though I protect my neck I carry the thing yo I’m on the same shit that the boss is on Do it for those in the Feds, up North or gone I’m on a winning streak, I done got my losses on It’s ironic cause even when I’m off I’m on Yeah I’m on, uhh, what? [Hook: Mark Morrison] I’m on I’m on I’m on [Verse 4: J. Cole] I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche Eternally grateful for the support, made the cover of The Source Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse May the force be with you, bullet hit you You bleed and I bleed with you Mama please when you grieve, damn I grieve with you This a preview, I see you in the summer, my new shit dumber I’m on [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] Life at the bottom is devastating You’re hardly ever debated, the party is obligated By suckers that wanna be you and never live with the Matrix And never ever related to struggle and dedication Your hustle is nominated, anonymous then you faded The promises that a victory lap is surely awaited They vomited everytime that a rapper’s annihilated Just wish them happy belated, fuck you I made it, I’m on [Verse 6: B. O. B] Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to la Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay The days turn to nights but the nights never change It’s funny time is money used to be a turn of phrase But now it’s company policy I’m no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercion And they say, "Bob, man it’s good to have you back" But I say, "I've been here, where the fuck have y'all been at?" [Verse 7: Tyga] Thinking how Pac lived at 22 That's ’93, I was four now I'm 22 on tour One, two shots of my life, barely hold on But I’m drawn to this feeling of adrenaline With mic’s on, lights on and they gon’ applaud Young nigga, Versace they never seen before And they gon' watch me, copy shit that I got on I’m too fly, I ain't got a flaw Tell the law we above the law, God bless, amen every lost soul And the group so good, went solo Globe trotting, now I’m blowing up like an afro Nigga thought you knew what I do Rolling through ya area, double R coupe Penthouse level now we only party on the roof Bitch I’m a rebel so I move how I wanna move Last King, ymcmb [Verse 8: Gudda Gudda] Used to run around the hood picking honies up Now I’m doing shows around the world picking money up Used to be slept on like a pillow Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals Now its money on my mental and women get sentimental, huh It’s cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles, nah Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down [Verse 9: Bun B] Well as the world spins around and around on its axis Boys flip from town to town with the package Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress Sending clowns underground for practice The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown But never in the battle when the drama goes down Easy to be the boss from behind the wall But we gon see who really goes down when it’s time to brawl Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying You gotta show love to where you from all day And when the going gets rough, don't get to going, get to staying Put it down for your people and no delaying, know what I’m saying? [Hook: Mark Morrison] I’m on I’m on I’m on
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