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I'm On 2.0 (feat. J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B & Mark Morrison)

Trae tha Truth, Big K.R.I.T. & Jadakiss

Dirty South

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Trae tha Truth

Vocals

Big K.R.I.T.

Vocals

Jadakiss

Vocals

J. Cole

Vocals

Kendrick Lamar

Vocals

Tyga

Vocals

Mark Morrison

Sampled Artist

Gudda Gudda

Vocals

B.o.B

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Frazier Thompson

Frazier Thompson

Songwriter

Jermaine Lamarr Cole

Jermaine Lamarr Cole

Songwriter

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

Songwriter

Michael Ray Stevenson

Michael Ray Stevenson

Songwriter

Mark Morrison

Songwriter

Bernard James Freeman

Bernard James Freeman

Songwriter

Jason Phillips

Songwriter

Carl Lilly Jr.

Songwriter

Justin Scott

Songwriter

Cyshae Strachan

Cyshae Strachan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cy Fyre

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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 (Pump up the world)

Return of the Mack (Watch my flow)

You know that I'll be back

[Verse 2]

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 in that club

'Cause them same motherfuckers the ones that got me stuck

Try to use me up till 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 **** hollering you're fake

Make 'em swallow the bass from the kicker

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

I'd roll chrome rims than a Swisher

I gotta make moves, I can't hang with you

They used to be the fly shit back in nine-five

But now I want a crib and a car I can drive

And ain't nobody out to help me 'cause I'm grown

Gotta leave them childish games alone

****, I'm on

[Verse 3]

I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate

I know he on his way, I'm hoping he don't make it late

I'm up to 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 lock

I'm the truth ****, something that your name not

A thousand watts ain't a think that I can't shock

There 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 **** be city, the city of plenty flights

You can tell 'em I put on for my city and plenty fights

Tell 'em I ain't gon' lose, they heated like I'ma tan 'em

I'm 'bout throw 'em in this drop with no ceiling so I can fan 'em

Pull up on a bike, same color as the Phantom

And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em

[Verse 4]

Yeah, I'm on top of my game, yo, the OG

Granddaddy Kush, cocaine flow

I'm about that cash not that tango

Headshots, dump a whole clip in your Kangol

Claim to be a real ****, 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, your 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 a gang though

And 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

[Verse 5]

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on

I'm on, ooh yeah

I'm on

[Verse 6]

I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche

Eternally grateful for the support

Made the cover of The Source

Flash back to the porch

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 then I bleed with you

Mama please, when you grieve, then I'ma grieve with you

This a preview, I see you in the summer

My new shit dumber, I'm on

[Verse 7]

Life at the bottom is devastating, you hardly ever debated

The party is obligated by suckers that wanna be you

And never lived in the matrix

And never have a related the struggle and dedication

Your hustle was nominated, anonymous and you faded

The promises that a victory lap is surely you waited

They vomited every time that a rapper's annihilated

Just wish 'em happy belated, fuck you, I made it, I'm on

[Verse 8]

Tokyo to Amsterdam, Denver to LA

Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay

The days turn to nights but the night never change

It's funny how 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 cohersion

And they say Bob, man, it's good to have you back

But I say I have been here, where the fuck have y'all been at?

[Verse 9]

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

When mic's on, lights on, and they gon' applaud

Young ****, Versace they never seen before

And they gon' watch me when they copy shit I got on

I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw

Tell the Lord we above the law

God bless, amen, every lost soul

And the group so good, went solo

Globetrotting, I'm blowing up like an afro

****, thought you knew what I do

Rolling through you area double up, cool

Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof

Bitch, I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move

Last king, Y-C-M-B

[Verse 10]

Used to run around the hood picking honeys up

Now I'm doing shows 'round the world, picking money up

Used to be slept on like a pillow

Went to 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 as sweet as a pack of Skittles, nah

Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah

Stand up ****, I was never known to sit around

[Verse 11]

Well as the world spins around and 'round on it's axis

Boys flip from town to town with a package

Stuffing bills and pounds of brown in the 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's really down when it's time to brawl

'Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying

You gotta show love to where you're from all day and

When the going gets rough, don't get to going, get to staying

Put it down for your people, ain't no delaying

Know what I'm saying?

[Verse 12]

I'm on

I'm on

Ooh yeah

I'm on

Written by: Frazier Thompson

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