I'm On 2.0 (Explicit) - Trae Tha Truth/Big Krit/Jadakiss/J. Cole/Kendrick Lamar/B.o.B/Tyga/Gudda Gudda/Bun B./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 once again return of the mack

Top of the world

Return of the mack you know that I'll be back

Today is the day I get out on my feet

Remove them chains they shackled on me

Press my luck stop f**king

With them hoes that cluck

'Cause the same motherf**kers 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 n***as hollering you fake

Make 'em swallow the bass from the Kicker

I'd rather be a dead man than a n***a

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 s**t 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 'cause I'm grown

Gotta leave them childish games alone

N***a I'm on

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 n***a 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 n***a 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

Yeah I'm on top of my game yo

The OG Grand daddy kush c*****e flow

I'm about that cash not that tango

Head shots dump a whole clip in ya Kangol

Claim to be a real n***a 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 s**t 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

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

Yeah yeah

I'm on

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

D**n I grieve with you

This a preview I see you in the Summer

My new s**t dumber

I'm on

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 and you faded

The promises that a

Victory lap is surely awaited

They vomitted everytime

That a rapper's annihilated

Just wish them happy belated

F**k you I made it I'm on

Tokyo to Amsterdam Denver to LA

Yeah

Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay

The days turn to nights but the nights never change

It's funny how time is money

Used to be a term 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 have been here

Where the f**k have y'all been at

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 n***a Versace they never seen before

And they gon' watch me wanna copy s**t 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

N***a thought you knew what I do

Rolling through ya area double R coupe

Penthouse level now we only party on the roof

B***h I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move

Last King YMCMB

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 it's 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 n***a I was never known to sit around

Well as the world spins

Around and around on it's 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

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

Oh yeah yeah

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on