On Me!

In the city with some demons we heating up to the core
I got people if I need em they finna go head to war
If they oppin it's a problem we solving it nothing more
Now I'm running up a check I'm counting til my fingers sore
We don't talk a lot homie we just stay lowkey
I be whipping riding dirty with the tank on E
In the parking lot swerving with that bank on me
I been feeling like I need to keep a drake on me

I been feeling like I'm dealing with the same old things
Dollar signs all I see new strips, blue cheese
I can tell if you a snake the way you talking I can see
That your intentions ain't for nothing I be watching everything
I just hope you get the message I'm stepping with mad aggression
All I needed was progression them commas would follow second
All you niggas in recession you funny I'm never threatened
My ambition keep it moving through pressure I'm under tension
Man it's fuck em all
Cause I ain't going back again
Always trynna hold me back now I got racks up in my hands
And they steady movin funny Kevin Hart up in the stands
They be chirping when they bummy Twitter fingers on ya mans
Got a Louis V duffle spent a couple on my time
Now they wanna see what's poppin cuz they never got to shine
I get money on the daily I was born a different kind
Know them niggas mad about it cuz I hear it all the time woah

In the city with some demons we heating up to the core
I got people if I need em they finna go head to war
If they oppin it's a problem we solving it nothing more
Now I'm running up a check I'm counting til my fingers sore
We don't talk a lot homie we just stay lowkey
I be whipping riding dirty with the tank on E
In the parking lot swerving with that bank on me
I been feeling like I need to keep a drake on me



Credits
Writer(s): Bri-c, Brian Cherenfant
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