By The Onion
[Intro]
Stop bein' lazy
Get yo' ass up
You think the world owe you somethin'?
Well take it then mufucka'
[Verse 1]
I don't need rest
A nigga too restless
Ima' milk this treasure chest
Like it's two breasts
And yall ain't fully developed
Ya' prepubescent
I see you got ya' degree
But I got new lessons
Who say you can't teach a old bitch
Some new tricks?
I'm lightin' up that old flame
Wit' a new wick
It's nine tails
If I cop the chick a new whip
And most these fuckas' talkin'
Never really do shit
But I know a few that follow through
In all they movements
That's who I move with
Don't get confused with
All of this FUD and FOMO
Some roses bud in slow-mo
And I'm
Willin' to take a loss
As long as it's a gain in total
Now who look out for they dogs
What Dorothy do for Toto?
When they all went down to Oz
I mean she could've got him somethin'
He ain't get a bone or nothin'
So
Stay on ya toes like a bunion
Take everything that's yours
And don't expect nothin' comin'
If you really think they owe you
You make sure them fuckas' run it
[Chorus]
I make you motha' fuckas' run it
I'm big steppin' out my dungeon
I'm applyin' pressure when I come in
You don't want smoke
I got it by the onion
I make you motha' fuckas' run it
I'm big steppin' out my dungeon
I'm applyin' pressure when I come in
You don't want smoke
I got it by the onion
[Verse 2]
It's gotten
Hard to fall for love
In middle school
I used to fall for hugs
By 21 I was
Fuckin' bitches doin' awesome drugs
I was in all the clubs
I had some awesome plugs
Was mostly high and drunk
But
Even sober I'm that motha' fucka'
They say that when you get faded
You show yo' true colors
But how is that cause when shit fade
It lose color
Or maybe that's just
A new color
Ima' rub my eyes
So they can adjust
As I get high
Off the cannabis
And usually I'm very calm
But I can erupt
Remove yo' arms
If you that you had a hand to bluff
The flow is rare
But God damn it's tough
I hope you know
What's all stake
Niggas might eat yo' meal
Before you know what's on yo' plate
That's why I hustle hard
And never put my faith in fate
They say it's not a race
But that's a trick to slow yo' pace
I got my own tongue
I gives a fuck about yo' taste
If you ain't trynna' swallow
You can take it in ya' face
[Chorus]
I make you motha' fuckas' run it
I'm big steppin' out my dungeon
I'm applyin' pressure when I come in
You don't want smoke
I got it by the onion
I make you motha' fuckas' run it
I'm big steppin' out my dungeon
I'm applyin' pressure when I come in
You don't want smoke
I got it by the onion
