Im On by Emanuel X Lyrics

[Verse 1: ELG]

Yelling in the phone
"Mama, mama we made it"/

Tell the fam come along
Leave the crib vacant/

Remember staring in
The fridge, fuck we got to eat?

Ain't shit/

People telling me
I won't make it/

I won't take it

Ugh

Fighting for a chance/
Romance with the devil
Tell him save the last dance/

Parents fighting in the kitchen

Wondering what the perfect
Pair is (Paris) like France/

Roller coaster of emotion
In school I wasn't open/

Hoping my Jesus Christ
Was only joking/

Kids ain't supposed to
Grow up like this/

Locked up but I never
Had no cuffs on my wrist/

See, things worth havings
Worth fighting for/

And anything you live for
Is worth dying for/
But nothing comes easy
We all face adversity/

School of hard knocks
That's life's university/


[Hook]

Yeah, getcha hands high
If you gotta dream, don't ever let it die/

Yeah, getcha hands high
If you gotta dream, don't ever let it die/

Ugh, getcha hands high
If you gotta dream, don't ever let it die/

Yeah, getcha hands high
If you gotta dream...

[Verse 2: ELG]

Television, radio signal
Switchin/
I'm on each station
Since a kid that was my vision/

Knowing haters gonna have to
Swallow it like Lipton/

Living that sweet life
Zach and Cody at the Tipton/

Ugh

Bitch, it's
Like that/

Tell me I lost it
I get it right back/

Say, I never had it
Tryna lose your life jack?/

Got Rican's to ransack
Where you spend your night's at/

So don't
Test me/

Shaking up the game
Like I gave it epilepsy/

Probably wondering
"Who this kid thinks he is"?/

A hungry cat who won't stop
'Till he gets on the list/

Of the
Greatest/

Do it for the love
Nigga, Fuck being famous/

And they don't really love you
'Till you dead or gone/

So hate me while I'm here
Either way my nigga I'm on/


[Hook]


[Verse 3: ELG]

Dope fashion even
The Pope asking/

"Where you get your
Jesus piece?" The Lord's passion/

Sit's round my neck to
Protect the set/

Life's a card game
Wu-Tang Inspectah Deck (Inspect the deck)/

With that said, by any means
I get C.R.E.A.M/

Y'all bounce checks like
Nike kicks on trampolines/

I'm in there like swimwear
On a swim team/

And rep myself like a workout
No creatine/

But I'm still under
Your radar/

Rise to the top
On the success elevator/

Blood, you a hater?
Nigga I'm blind to it/

Move in silence
I do like mimes do it/

So keep talking while
I'm making moves/

And if you sleeping on
A nigga, keep hitting snooze/

Made built to win
Yet, born to lose/

So pay me in attention
'cuz I paid my dues/

[Hook]