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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Trae Tha Truth - I'm On 2.0 (Official Video) Ft. Jadakiss, J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Bun B, Tyga
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Trae tha Truth
Stimme und Gesang
Big K.R.I.T.
Stimme und Gesang
Jadakiss
Stimme und Gesang
J. Cole
Stimme und Gesang
Kendrick Lamar
Stimme und Gesang
Tyga
Stimme und Gesang
Mark Morrison
Sampling-Künstler:in
Gudda Gudda
Stimme und Gesang
B.o.B
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Frazier Thompson
Songwriter:in
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter:in
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter:in
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter:in
Mark Morrison
Songwriter:in
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter:in
Jason Phillips
Songwriter:in
Carl Lilly Jr.
Songwriter:in
Justin Scott
Songwriter:in
Cyshae Strachan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cy Fyre
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[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
