On Me - Nevelle Viracocha

I packed up my shit and hopped right off the porch with no dollar just dreams

Might have earned some stripes but i learned that this life it ain’t all that

it seems

Yeah i kick shit so dope think it’s fresh off the boat flow come from Medellin

I just wake up the n bake up then cake up now thats what i call a routine

Out of space, do that make me the flyest officially

They gone try to hit me with a missile thats missing me

Flat on they back, let them lie in their misery

Look where I’m from, i was bound to make history

In Italy, i chat over pesto and penne

I fuck up my lunch, then do tennis in venice

Then right after that, take a shower get spiffy

That guy in my mirror been pimpin since pimpin

I blow money, throw money, more money more money

I got it, i spend it

But i’m all about my cheddar, my feta, my spinach

Bitch i do this shit, just big as elephants'

I sense what you thinking that’s telekinesis

If i sense enemy then it’s die or defeat them

Living life and the motto goes fuck em or feed em

I’m giving my people something to believe in

On me 8x

On me, (what you tell them)

On Me, (tell them put that)

On Me, (whole fam)

On Me, (you know i got it)

On Me, (all my niggas)

On Me, (bet they see us)

On Me, (where i come from)

On Me, (bet they gone put it on)

Took her from hot topic to Viracocha shopping

Hop off my jock drop off and assist I’m John Stockton

She gone count up that profit while i go hit stock market for options

My pockets went pop that urban shit just ain’t what’s popping

Thats a gift and a curse once they can see what’s real

Don’t ever ask me if i’m out or is i’m in, I

Remember back when this life we live was just pretend

(i was stuck) down on my dick oil i made a commitment to get shit in

Caught a couple of you fuck boys biting niggas style like that’s allowed

Fuck that nan nigga fiona eat off of me i’m no holyfield (no way)

Take a quick look around, invented that style i set that trend

Well, i guess that’s just life let me fight my fight

Don’t feel no fear that’s on me

On me 8x

On me, (what you tell them)

On Me, (tell them put that)

On Me, (whole fam)

On Me, (you know i got it)

On Me, (all my niggas)

On Me, (bet they see us)

On Me, (where i come from)

On Me, (bet they gone put it on)

Heard little miss mama got a bun in the oven

Right before i said it better be a hell of a summer

She’s still baby girl to me now having her own youngin

Leaving nice and nephews never wanting for nothing

I’m seeing way too many suckers wanting something for nothing

Say fuck em, no longer trying to be humble or nothing

It’ll be the main ones splashing when it’s raining the money that’ll be running

for cover when they hear that thunder coming

Just a lesson learned and i put that on everything

Wake up drop down thank the lord and pray for rain

They be switching up, i keep it the same

Smell the ghanja, lingering like paper planes

That’s in the air no your and my high not the same

Snatch a check then disappear go David Blaine

Don’t take no time to see this shit here ain’t no game

Fuck the fame either way its all on me

On me 8x

On me, (what you tell them)

On Me, (tell them put that)

On Me, (whole fam)

On Me, (you know i got it)

On Me, (all my niggas)

On Me, (bet they see us)

On Me, (where i come from)

On Me, (bet they gone put it on)