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On Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
On Me was released on April 20, 2019 by Arditti Entertainment as a part of the album Falling Up
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Release DateApril 20, 2019
LabelArditti Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM54

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paris Nicole Arditti
Paris Nicole Arditti
Songwriter

Lyrics

Woke up with a vision
I can see this shit so clear
My mind be focused on the money
Now I’m ready
Give me millions
Imma take that shit
Triple it
Fucking feed my whole damn clique with it
Whole gang knows what the fuck I did for them
Sacrifices but I represent
P.DITTI with it
And there ain’t no competition
My intelligence so relevant
Born to bust down all these gates
I’m eloquent with my temper bitch
Make you cry before I hit your face
Losing friends and shit and recklessness
Respect if you relate
Real recognize real
All the real ones commend me
You a fake? You a snake?
Then your lame ass offend me
I don’t give a fuck what you think don’t @ me
Got a few bangers and some shooters in the backseat
You ain’t even worth what we paid for these bullets
Plus I’d rather hear the motherfucker scream and shit
Wanna look into his eyes and I wanna see him scared
Wanna grab a rusty hammer
One two three now he’s dead
I ain’t got no time to hate myself for what I been through homie
The way a bitch shine OG said that’s why been switching on me
Whole gang gon' slide if we catch a whiff that you been snitching homie
Put bands in they pockets just to make sure they gon' get you homie
These bitches follow me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means my homie's free
You could put it all on me
These bitches follow me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means my homie's free
You could put it all on me
Ten times three
Thirty bands on me
I just pull up tripping
With the gang and cause a scene
They call me M A M A P MAMA P
I just rep my fucking gang and eat my bitch out while she screams
For years on years I ain’t been able to breathe and
That’s why I get high 'cuz I got a bunch of demons
That’s why I still pray 'cuz I don’t want god I need him
Imma go to hell and freeze it
Know what I’m talking 'bout Willis
I ain’t come to make a deal
I came to serve your ass the bill
And make you pay up with my steel
Nah it ain’t about me
It’s about them
It’s about little homie with a pistol in his hand
Every time that shit bang he’s more fucked up in the head
It’s about the ones who just bend bend bend
Just wait till they break
And they lose they fear
We gon' feel the ground shake
When they put it in gear
Every year from now on
It’s gon' be our year
Money Making P got the whole crowd tripping
They be like ooh
What a premiere
I ain’t got no time to hate myself for what I been through homie
The way a bitch shine OG said that’s why been switching on me
Whole gang gon' slide if we catch a whiff that you been snitching homie
Put bands in they pockets just to make sure they gon' get you homie
These bitches follow me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means my homie's free
You could put it all on me
These bitches follow me
Real ones pop glocks for me
If it means my homie's free
You could put it all on me
Written by: Paris Nicole Arditti
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