I'm On (Trae tha Truth song)

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### **Written by**

Frazier Thompson / Cameron Thomaz / Victor Folarin / Wasalu Jaco / Antwan Patton / Jason Boyd

### **Produced by**

CyFyre

“**I'm On**” is a song by American rapper Trae tha Truth featuring rappers Wiz Khalifa, Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale, and MDMA.

## Release

“I’m On” originally appeared on Trae’s album Street King only featuring Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale and MDMA. The song was later released on December 6, 2011 as a single adding Wiz Khalifa.

## Audio

Trae Tha Truth - I'm On ft. MDMA,Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale & Wiz Khalifa
## Lyrics

[Hook: MDMA]

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, ooh yeah

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

I’m on (whoa) I’m on (whoa)

I'm on (whoa) I’m on (whoa)

I’m on

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh, yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Devil on me, Spitalfields and AllSaints

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Throwing stones at your bones, kick pebbles at your pain

Swear they go hard, but they sold Jello in the paint

Trying to Carmelo but he can't

Lord have mercy

But we be having that jersey

Flowing so hungry, rapping that thirsty

Think fast, fast women, like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Fast life like born on Wednesday

And died on Thursday

Fast money like Zakat al-Fitr, break fast

Slow my roll like brake pads

Cause if you run the light, they just might stop you ni‏ggas

Rodney King on the dome, just things that I’m on

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

Uhh, I’m on this one way, headed where the slums play

If I don’t make it then somebody tell my son spray

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

Real ni‏gga shit, I gotta make it one day

Sick of hard times so I tell em to fall back

Sitting in all white but the Phantom is all black

For everything I lost, tell em I want it all back

Everyone who left me for nothing, tell em to call back

They ain't authentic, tell them I don’t even relate

Minus the love, they feel like I was something to hate

Tell them hate now, the world looking at 'em

They on the front row, everybody looking at 'em

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Daytime bus pass now it’s night flights

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Always wanted a piece of the pie now it’s sliced right

Yeah, you can tell em I’m home

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em I’m home

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Now I’m always in the hood like I never was gone

I’m on, I told 'em I’m something they ain't gon' cut off

Try to hit the switch if you want I ain't gon' cut off

A 100 thousand volts, a true thing gon' shut off

Anything in the way is gon' get permanently shut off

[Hook: MDMA]

I’m on (Whoa) I’m on (Whoa)

I'm on (Whoa) I’m on (Whoa, ooh yeah)

I’m on

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Never letting go, although sometimes I slip

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Notice it every time I pick up the microphone and spit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

But this ain't physics or rocket science

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

I am not a motivational speaker

But people get easily motivated when they hear B-I-G reeking

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Rocking alligator shoes, I'm on

[Verse 4: Wale]

You know me, cool breeze, a ni‏gga high

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I’m in the zone, foam pros keeping me comfy

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

I'm in love with some women, more in love with my mother

I’m in love with my God, less in love with this money

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Out in Vegas with broads, bout as thick as Toccara

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

They can’t run, they can’t run, this is a wall

Got forever endurance, forever under purists

I put my breath in this motherfucker, they better hear it

Good denim, bad women and better lyrics

My only dream to get rich and never marry

Give these ni‏ggas the pink slip when they appear

And I ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

[Verse 5: Wiz Khalifa]

Remember they used to be like, "Who is this?"

Now I’m up in this bitch, smoking weed out in London

They bringing me fish and chips, thought of this as a youngun

Who know this be the life that I really live?

Now I’m flying on trips, promoters and owners giving me gifts

Don’t gotta shop, I ain't paying for shit

This Audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Older people looking at me how I bought all of this

I say I got it from grinding, perfect timing

Started at the bottom, ain't afraid to climb it

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond, oh

It ain't come easy, had to find it

And now you can’t say I got game cause I define it, uh

Ni‏gga I’m on like the light on

And if I ever fall off, I'll be back on the same night

Me and my dogs, we on the same flight

Carefree I don’t need to stress

Smoking Khaled, my weed the best

[Outro: MDMA, *Wale*, **Wiz Khalifa** & ***Big Boi***]

Ooh yeah, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

*Wale, double M-G shit*

**Tahahahah, yeah, smoking while I'm rapping, biatch! Yeah**

I’m on (whoa) I’m on (whoa, ooh yeah)

***Ya got Lupe Fiasco, Trae tha Truth, and Big Boi, Daddy Fat Saxxx***

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on