CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : RIGHT ON
If you are not already, please get drunk before listening to this song
Part 1
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Need something to draw
Need something to write on
I see electricity in the pylons
Look at it running the race
Everything you doing erased
What it feel like?
Hit with the mace
Tight pace what I'm keeping
Got the reaper on me
Like you
What the hell would I be?
Without it
If you think it
Shout it
Lost my mind
I think I found it
Away
Live to fight
Another bright day
I am God
So why would I pray?
You are God
Above a white page
The creator
Maker of rage
Painter
Paint the canvas
I ate a mantis
I saved the pandas
I hate they brand us
Can us like some Campbells
Jesus had no socks under his sandals
I can't ride a bike without the handles
I can't ride a scooter have a tutor
Shoot the Buddha eat some gouda
Say it ruder, tell who did I trample
Ramble
On about some nonsense
I'm unconscious
I don't have cricket for a conscience
Kelp forest where the magic conch is
Violent crucifying like i'm Pontius
Pilot flying high above Olympus
She's an angel, give that b*t*h a nimbus
Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers
How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?
Image in yo head is how I want it
Finish on the bed and lie upon it
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
On
Part 2
Lil Darkie
Just might give a f**k
Lil Darkie!
Just might give a f**k
Spider Gang!
In the car, I'm moving fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
She my tiny dancer
Move it hula girl
Not a girl with cuter curls
I'ma stack these commas
We could be like the Obamas
We could rule the world
Baby girl, just pick a country
Ain't worried bout no money
Ain't worried bout no-
-fast
Foot on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
Breakin- breaking down the gas
Don't want smoke want cancer
You could you could you could
Ask
You can't get me canceled
Shake it, shake it, shake ya ass
How it in your pants too?
How he do it?
You could ask
Grip this pen no pencil
Baby-baby-baby
Girl
Shake that ass for a n***a I'll give you the world
Man, I love it how you bend yo back and make it curl
Yeah I put that necklace on yo sh*t like pearls
Yeah I cook that rock I stir it make it twirl
Part 3
Yuh
I got a story for y'all (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, I do, I do, I do)
But I gotta kinda build it up a little bit (lil bit lil bit lil bit)
I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately (I have, I have, I have)
And no matter what the f**k I do they won't go away
(they won't, they won't, they won't)
So I'ma talk about the place in my brain that I think they stay
Look
I had a dream about that n***a there in that photo (okay, okay)
I had a dream that I shot you and yo n***as in that photo
And it ain't right
Bad dreams clouding up my sight
Can't get any rest in the night
Why the hell when I close my eyes am I not surprised
Someone always dies
Why the hell when when I close my pupils someone you lose
Comes to life
There ain't sh*t to fight
There ain't sh*t to point at with the pipe
Somethin' in my mental isn't right
Maybe it's all the hatin' ass n***as talkin' to me every day
About how the f**k they got a problem with what I be doin'
Maybe it's this hatin' ass b*t*h tellin' Lil Darkie not to say
The N-word even though she ain't knew him
And I'm always talking about spreadin' love and positivity
So maybe it's a little hard for me to put that sh*t behind me
And say screw 'em
Or lawyer up and go sue 'em
What am I doin'?
It's hard for me to let go of the hate
'Specially when I want you to do great
Especially when them f**kers stall my fate
And you distractin' me because you ain't
Wit' it now my brain say slit it
Take yo blood and paint wit' it
Do it 'till you faint
Do it 'till you
Can't anymore
I'll do this 'till I can't anymore
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor?
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor
I'm just a person who's mental state
Tend to worsen now I'm cursin' on a track
Oh you wear a beanie? That jack is my night cap
I'm spittin' heavy you ain't ready insider you might crack
I knew a mother of one son, one daughter, liked crack
She was my friend, she got kicked out of her apartment
For bringing the children harm, and it's scarring
My brain alarmin', I saw it
Her husband drink until he barely was thinking
They like my music though (oh, we love your music!)
I see you got them bodies but you ain't actin' a human though
How you let your kids see you separate then abuse 'em though?
Momma smokin' cigs on the corner and daddy boozin' mo'
Now that b*t*h a racist 'cause her husband is
f**kin' wit' darker faces, ain't puttin' d**k where her waist is
And she can't afford no braces to give her daughter some teeth
But she talking to one my friends
About how she would suck his d**k if he drove her to ATM
So she the pullin' the money out and she spendin' it all on coke
Now she broker and want it back so switchin' over to crack
I rap about whippin' rock but I never do that for real
'Cause it's funny just when you talk and it's
Not when you skippin' meals, and it's
Not when your skin, it peels, and it's
Not when you makin' deals, and it's
Not when you got the cops
Taking children away it feels
Too close to home
Part 4
Tell us another one, Darkie...
I'll try
(no ad-libs)
f**k
Yuhh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Back in high school, uh, I had this girl
She meant the world to a n***a
That's a pearl, that's a gem
In the end, she ended up wit' my friend
Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of bullsh*t began
Back in sophomore year
I couldn't drop more tears, uh
Because my last girl
Kicked me to the curb
Not in the city in the burbs
I'm sittin' pretty with the birds
Finally over that sh*t
Uh, will anybody love me?
Pulling clovers I rip, them out
In P.E. I'm sittin' out
But she just wanna talk
She invite me to her crib after class
Okay, why not?
I'm door knockin'
But she took me inside, led me to her room
Uh, then she pulled off all my clothes
Without askin' me she assumed
I was for it
I should have known right there
Mission abort it
Ain't no relationship she want, she want d**k
And she looking for it
She said, "Did you bring the condoms"
As if I had caused a problem
I'm lying naked on her bed
Feeling raped and f**ked in the head
So she apologized
"I'm just into taller guys"
She said that she was in the wrong
And I shouldn't tell anyone
So I forgave her
First mistake
It's hard to say it when you love someone that person fake
Mistook attention for true love and so we start to date
I'm with the b*t*h for two years and it's perfect, wait
It's senior year and she telling me she want smoke
And do drugs like the lean and coke
And she thinkin' that datin' me
It prevent her from bein' free
I'm like "baby, what do you mean?
I been giving you everything
I been living my life for you
I thought we were part of a team?"
And so she leave
And my homie tell me I'll be fine
And that he really feel me
Dealing poorly start to smoke a lot
Now I'm a f**king greenie
Caught a case
So she definitely stay away no free me
At lunch I see her wit' him and I know that he can see me
Hoe meet me at the bike racks, fight back
You bony piece of sh*t, you was my homie
I ain't know that it was like that
But that n***a might be the reason that I write raps
Hope my Indian fingers might put a divot in yo white ass
Uh
Bullied in middle school and bullied after I did time
Commit crimes
I ain't worried bout f**kin', I want that money
And I lick minds
Bumpin' ScHoolboy Q
Having some sick times
Sellin' weed
And you know you my n***a if you get big dimes
I was born from the darkness
Once an innocent kid spray paintin' where the park is
Don't go swimmin' where the shark is
Well, I hope you enjoyed that story of my youth
Now it's time for this journey through my mind to come to an end
I hope you're ready!
Part 5
(Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your thoughts at all times!)
Troubled kid with the troubled mind
Troubled kid with the troubled past
In the trouble I grew up fast
In the rubble I sit my ass down
I’ll smoke you like I smoke that grass
I broke him like I broke that glass
I dropped out ain't got no class
Had to cut off a lot of friends
Had to cut off a lot of people
Cause lots of people round me were evil
Cause lots of n***as were weak and feeble
Om
Thank God that I got out alive
My momma never lost faith in my mind
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
When I was young
I used to play with Legos 'till the morning sun
I used to play with Legos now it's boring, son
No one would play with me, I’m the foreign one
He ain't had a butthole, so I tore him one
I didn't know what a country was now I'm touring one
All I wanna do is get on tracks, I was born to run
In the field I grip that stick, it's a hole in one
Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun?
Rat-a-tat-tat
Grip that gat and push his hat back
Is yo momma proud of you now?
No she's not this much is true now
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
As you go, remember this:
Where there is Yin, there is always Yang
(Yang coming soon)
Part 1
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Need something to draw
Need something to write on
I see electricity in the pylons
Look at it running the race
Everything you doing erased
What it feel like?
Hit with the mace
Tight pace what I'm keeping
Got the reaper on me
Like you
What the hell would I be?
Without it
If you think it
Shout it
Lost my mind
I think I found it
Away
Live to fight
Another bright day
I am God
So why would I pray?
You are God
Above a white page
The creator
Maker of rage
Painter
Paint the canvas
I ate a mantis
I saved the pandas
I hate they brand us
Can us like some Campbells
Jesus had no socks under his sandals
I can't ride a bike without the handles
I can't ride a scooter have a tutor
Shoot the Buddha eat some gouda
Say it ruder, tell who did I trample
Ramble
On about some nonsense
I'm unconscious
I don't have cricket for a conscience
Kelp forest where the magic conch is
Violent crucifying like i'm Pontius
Pilot flying high above Olympus
She's an angel, give that b*t*h a nimbus
Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers
How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?
Image in yo head is how I want it
Finish on the bed and lie upon it
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
On
Part 2
Lil Darkie
Just might give a f**k
Lil Darkie!
Just might give a f**k
Spider Gang!
In the car, I'm moving fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
She my tiny dancer
Move it hula girl
Not a girl with cuter curls
I'ma stack these commas
We could be like the Obamas
We could rule the world
Baby girl, just pick a country
Ain't worried bout no money
Ain't worried bout no-
-fast
Foot on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
Breakin- breaking down the gas
Don't want smoke want cancer
You could you could you could
Ask
You can't get me canceled
Shake it, shake it, shake ya ass
How it in your pants too?
How he do it?
You could ask
Grip this pen no pencil
Baby-baby-baby
Girl
Shake that ass for a n***a I'll give you the world
Man, I love it how you bend yo back and make it curl
Yeah I put that necklace on yo sh*t like pearls
Yeah I cook that rock I stir it make it twirl
Part 3
Yuh
I got a story for y'all (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, I do, I do, I do)
But I gotta kinda build it up a little bit (lil bit lil bit lil bit)
I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately (I have, I have, I have)
And no matter what the f**k I do they won't go away
(they won't, they won't, they won't)
So I'ma talk about the place in my brain that I think they stay
Look
I had a dream about that n***a there in that photo (okay, okay)
I had a dream that I shot you and yo n***as in that photo
And it ain't right
Bad dreams clouding up my sight
Can't get any rest in the night
Why the hell when I close my eyes am I not surprised
Someone always dies
Why the hell when when I close my pupils someone you lose
Comes to life
There ain't sh*t to fight
There ain't sh*t to point at with the pipe
Somethin' in my mental isn't right
Maybe it's all the hatin' ass n***as talkin' to me every day
About how the f**k they got a problem with what I be doin'
Maybe it's this hatin' ass b*t*h tellin' Lil Darkie not to say
The N-word even though she ain't knew him
And I'm always talking about spreadin' love and positivity
So maybe it's a little hard for me to put that sh*t behind me
And say screw 'em
Or lawyer up and go sue 'em
What am I doin'?
It's hard for me to let go of the hate
'Specially when I want you to do great
Especially when them f**kers stall my fate
And you distractin' me because you ain't
Wit' it now my brain say slit it
Take yo blood and paint wit' it
Do it 'till you faint
Do it 'till you
Can't anymore
I'll do this 'till I can't anymore
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor?
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor
I'm just a person who's mental state
Tend to worsen now I'm cursin' on a track
Oh you wear a beanie? That jack is my night cap
I'm spittin' heavy you ain't ready insider you might crack
I knew a mother of one son, one daughter, liked crack
She was my friend, she got kicked out of her apartment
For bringing the children harm, and it's scarring
My brain alarmin', I saw it
Her husband drink until he barely was thinking
They like my music though (oh, we love your music!)
I see you got them bodies but you ain't actin' a human though
How you let your kids see you separate then abuse 'em though?
Momma smokin' cigs on the corner and daddy boozin' mo'
Now that b*t*h a racist 'cause her husband is
f**kin' wit' darker faces, ain't puttin' d**k where her waist is
And she can't afford no braces to give her daughter some teeth
But she talking to one my friends
About how she would suck his d**k if he drove her to ATM
So she the pullin' the money out and she spendin' it all on coke
Now she broker and want it back so switchin' over to crack
I rap about whippin' rock but I never do that for real
'Cause it's funny just when you talk and it's
Not when you skippin' meals, and it's
Not when your skin, it peels, and it's
Not when you makin' deals, and it's
Not when you got the cops
Taking children away it feels
Too close to home
Part 4
Tell us another one, Darkie...
I'll try
(no ad-libs)
f**k
Yuhh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Back in high school, uh, I had this girl
She meant the world to a n***a
That's a pearl, that's a gem
In the end, she ended up wit' my friend
Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of bullsh*t began
Back in sophomore year
I couldn't drop more tears, uh
Because my last girl
Kicked me to the curb
Not in the city in the burbs
I'm sittin' pretty with the birds
Finally over that sh*t
Uh, will anybody love me?
Pulling clovers I rip, them out
In P.E. I'm sittin' out
But she just wanna talk
She invite me to her crib after class
Okay, why not?
I'm door knockin'
But she took me inside, led me to her room
Uh, then she pulled off all my clothes
Without askin' me she assumed
I was for it
I should have known right there
Mission abort it
Ain't no relationship she want, she want d**k
And she looking for it
She said, "Did you bring the condoms"
As if I had caused a problem
I'm lying naked on her bed
Feeling raped and f**ked in the head
So she apologized
"I'm just into taller guys"
She said that she was in the wrong
And I shouldn't tell anyone
So I forgave her
First mistake
It's hard to say it when you love someone that person fake
Mistook attention for true love and so we start to date
I'm with the b*t*h for two years and it's perfect, wait
It's senior year and she telling me she want smoke
And do drugs like the lean and coke
And she thinkin' that datin' me
It prevent her from bein' free
I'm like "baby, what do you mean?
I been giving you everything
I been living my life for you
I thought we were part of a team?"
And so she leave
And my homie tell me I'll be fine
And that he really feel me
Dealing poorly start to smoke a lot
Now I'm a f**king greenie
Caught a case
So she definitely stay away no free me
At lunch I see her wit' him and I know that he can see me
Hoe meet me at the bike racks, fight back
You bony piece of sh*t, you was my homie
I ain't know that it was like that
But that n***a might be the reason that I write raps
Hope my Indian fingers might put a divot in yo white ass
Uh
Bullied in middle school and bullied after I did time
Commit crimes
I ain't worried bout f**kin', I want that money
And I lick minds
Bumpin' ScHoolboy Q
Having some sick times
Sellin' weed
And you know you my n***a if you get big dimes
I was born from the darkness
Once an innocent kid spray paintin' where the park is
Don't go swimmin' where the shark is
Well, I hope you enjoyed that story of my youth
Now it's time for this journey through my mind to come to an end
I hope you're ready!
Part 5
(Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your thoughts at all times!)
Troubled kid with the troubled mind
Troubled kid with the troubled past
In the trouble I grew up fast
In the rubble I sit my ass down
I’ll smoke you like I smoke that grass
I broke him like I broke that glass
I dropped out ain't got no class
Had to cut off a lot of friends
Had to cut off a lot of people
Cause lots of people round me were evil
Cause lots of n***as were weak and feeble
Om
Thank God that I got out alive
My momma never lost faith in my mind
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
Let it out
Ah
When I was young
I used to play with Legos 'till the morning sun
I used to play with Legos now it's boring, son
No one would play with me, I’m the foreign one
He ain't had a butthole, so I tore him one
I didn't know what a country was now I'm touring one
All I wanna do is get on tracks, I was born to run
In the field I grip that stick, it's a hole in one
Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun?
Rat-a-tat-tat
Grip that gat and push his hat back
Is yo momma proud of you now?
No she's not this much is true now
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
Right on!
As you go, remember this:
Where there is Yin, there is always Yang
(Yang coming soon)
