Issue No 123 On It Lyrics
On It by Issue No. 123
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Sometimes you get rough..
These hard times were ...
Nigga, I just speak the truth, the truth!
I mean, I'm not right now, and I wanna be forever
That's why I'm locked inside this pool
So I can see my things come true.
I mean, I'm just stating facts
That I'm doing things most people only speak about, yeah!
And I'm trying to get you figure
Cause I feel done with fire I just spit it out
Yeah, oh yeah!
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
You know that shit's right,
But I gotta stay focused,
But you really don't have a clue, a clue, a clue!
You may not be the fly-est, but my flow is the highest
You can keep all that's cool, that's cool,
As long as the money still come through
I mean, I'm just stating facts
That I'm doing things most people only speak about, yeah
And I'm trying to get you figure
Because I feel dumb with fire I'm spitting out
Yeah, oh yeah!
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
Everybody keep get up
... everything that I get on
Soon as I get on, got some people to shit on
... behind my back, sounding like...
Old pictures, straight fruits, old limos,
Focus waslocked up, he came right back
We and niggas write, we make sure you write back
Cause they be like that, we all gonna strike back
We're playing on my down, for the ... don't like that.
Only shit I did for these niggas, and they're mad
Cause of fame, cause of bitches, cause of cash
It ain't about money, so niggas, don't get it a blast
Cause I'm loyal to my niggas even when down to my last
When I say I'm living, then nigga, don't mean to brag
You think I'm full of it, but these niggas don't know the half.
So I smoke, and laugh, and try
But to tell the truth, are you mad or not?
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Sometimes you get rough..
These hard times were ...
Nigga, I just speak the truth, the truth!
I mean, I'm not right now, and I wanna be forever
That's why I'm locked inside this pool
So I can see my things come true.
I mean, I'm just stating facts
That I'm doing things most people only speak about, yeah!
And I'm trying to get you figure
Cause I feel done with fire I just spit it out
Yeah, oh yeah!
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
You know that shit's right,
But I gotta stay focused,
But you really don't have a clue, a clue, a clue!
You may not be the fly-est, but my flow is the highest
You can keep all that's cool, that's cool,
As long as the money still come through
I mean, I'm just stating facts
That I'm doing things most people only speak about, yeah
And I'm trying to get you figure
Because I feel dumb with fire I'm spitting out
Yeah, oh yeah!
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
Everybody keep get up
... everything that I get on
Soon as I get on, got some people to shit on
... behind my back, sounding like...
Old pictures, straight fruits, old limos,
Focus waslocked up, he came right back
We and niggas write, we make sure you write back
Cause they be like that, we all gonna strike back
We're playing on my down, for the ... don't like that.
Only shit I did for these niggas, and they're mad
Cause of fame, cause of bitches, cause of cash
It ain't about money, so niggas, don't get it a blast
Cause I'm loyal to my niggas even when down to my last
When I say I'm living, then nigga, don't mean to brag
You think I'm full of it, but these niggas don't know the half.
So I smoke, and laugh, and try
But to tell the truth, are you mad or not?
Hook:
Tell me what y'all wanna know
All this art is cruel
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
I'm buzzing all over for a while
The streets, they love me too
I'm killing tracks just like I'm on it, on it, on it!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!