Put Me On! Prod. S.I.MDOPE]

Intro:

Yeah

Look

S.I.M.D

D

Yeah

Let's get it

Yeah

Big boys on the run in the game

Just bars, no sentence

Yeah

No ceilings attached

O'10 ain't got no limits

Yeah

O'10 on ten let's get it

Yeah

Get em

Chorus:

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

I remember when I didn't have nothing and all these niggahs did me wrong

I should run for SRC

I need all them all eyes on

Hype a crowd until they scream

Motherfucker put me on

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

I remember when I didn't have nothing and all these niggahs did me wrong

I should run for SRC

I need all them all eyes on

Hype a crowd until they scream

Motherfucker put me on

S.I.MDope:

Back to back, I jump on that, dismember rappers, leave em dead, and pack the beat

And still on that, they hear my tracks, and still refuse to let me grace the fucking screens

They're delirious

My pen game's so flame that I'm grilling em

Check my flows, my verse, my syllables

[Perfect]'s all you hear, matter-of-fact

It's flawless, mortal kombat

I'm barely in my city, cause a niggah's moving Indie, tell my mum that I'm busy, but the love's the same

Tryna make a mili, like a groupie let me hit it backstage, it's a quickly, (what is he saying?)

It's quick

I ain't got bands like the rubber slipped

But I got plans like hiest with risks

My new name is graphene dick

Cause it don't get as hard as this

I ain't the best, niggah what are you saying

I got bars like the nape of a hitman agent

Fronting on me that's a different face lift

Like I went overseas, Yo I need my fucking paper

But I need a deal before I get it

That's a fact that we know already

I'm just stuck on my own thoughts

Comtemplate my life away, my time astray, the high in charge

Hide the blade, we pull up late, if he don't pay, we give him scars

Drive away in tinted cars

This is turning my heart hard

It takes a lot to impress me dwag

Fuck your ping I need porno stars

Kirby J:

Fatality

Murder these beats, it's a tragedy

We keep getting hungry

But not any younger

My money-love keep growing drastically

If they put me on I'll take all of the dough

As soon as I touch it I'll need some more

You working till 5

While you aiming so low

Ainsworth

The 5th attachment

Money the one thing I'll never let go

Yes I am dope

Correction

My niggah Sim do the most

I mention

3D, I'm in the 5th dimension

Let me tell you I can show no affection

Women are really big on deception

Let alone they only want your possessions

Wouldn't say all of them

Cause I got mamacita in repairable

They can't be put me on cause I say what's on my mind

Yeah yeah

For that reason

Yeah yeah

They can't put me on

Yeah yeah

I'm finna expose them all

Chorus:

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

I remember when I didn't have nothing and all these niggahs did me wrong

I should run for SRC

I need all them all eyes on

Hype a crowd until they scream

Motherfucker put me on

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

S.I.MDope

Yeah

Switch the chorus off

Thank you a million

This is the start of a brand new millennium

Smoke in the air so you ain't seen nothing yet

Bleed on the mic and my veins in the pen

My heart's giving out like a seisher again

So it's awkward again

When my girl in the set

And I'm penning a track

With my heart doing laps

Goddamn it's a mess

But the D too sweet, she gone ride till death

Real love things, no time for pretend

Now I'm done moving solo

Cause my team got my back

No need for the strap

Fuck that

O'1O running circles

'Round the game it's a fact

Keep my circle intact

Oh my

Oh damn

OK I finally understand

Feels like I'm a veteran

I've seen these niggahs come and go

All those niggahs couldn't last

This ain't idols

This is rap

My wooden mic's a fucking bat

UJ niggah chasing gold

Same old story, different res

Heh

How's that for a verse at my lows?

How's that?

I'm holding back cause of fame and the hoes

Oh yeah

Just see how I rap when I blow

No homo dwag, I ain't down for the bros

Thought I should. Clarify, you know?

Bad bad with a tat, my type of course

Dispatch, dispatch do you feel that?

He ain't a threat that I'm down to ignore

My lyrical stature

Has gotta be captured

By these nine consecutive words

Nothing more

I do not flex about watches and girls

I just admire the life that I choose

Put it on paper, I'm mining my soul

Dig up my past till I'm rolling in gold

Money aside, I got visions and goals

So nobody's starving when they're with the G.O.A.T

Chorus:

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

I remember when I didn't have nothing and all these niggahs did me wrong

I should run for SRC

I need all them all eyes on

Hype a crowd until they scream

Motherfucker put me on

I've been working for the money, the paper, and ain't nobody put me on

I remember when I didn't have nothing and all these niggahs did me wrong

I should run for SRC

I need all them all eyes on

Hype a crowd until they scream

Motherfucker put me on