On & On Songtext
von Mims

I got one question, is he still around?
Been a little while now, is he still in style? (uh)
Is he still rockin′ Canterbury apparel?
Is it all good, when will he bury the smile?
Is he still waitin' ′round for that applaud? (uh)
Is he still waitin' 'round for that award?
Last year, I saw him in an Accord
This year, it′s some shit he can′t afford
Has he gone poor? He said he's on tour
Do he really be shuttin′ down all stores?
Where's the next one? Cause we want more
But what the hell are they lookin′ for?
What the hell are they lookin' for?
So here′s a little dose of what's in store
Is that a new song, and what's that called?
I must admit, that′s some shit he′s on


On and on and on and on and on (I got)
On and on and on and on and on (lights gone)
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on
On, right, on, right
On, right, on, right
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on and on

Look, he was conscious when he first spit (uh)
But now he's on that commercial shit (right)
Talkin′ 'bout bread every verse he gets (yeah)
Talkin′ 'bout head every verse he spits (I know)
But that ain′t him, man, that ain't M.I.M.S. man
Flow Picasso, I rap so Rembrandt
Touch the stars cause the sky's no limit
Got too much heart, I ain′t no tin man
Look, I′m just tryin' to blow up like implants
Since two years old I had big plans
To enhance everything I touch
Cause even when I got it, man, it just ain′t enough


On and on and on and on and on (I got)
On and on and on and on and on (lights gone)
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on
On, right, on, right
On, right, on, right
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on and on

Look, now while she over there lookin' at me (me)
Y′all be over there lookin' at me (me)
It could be whatever it′s gon' be
But see, truthfully, the beefin' ain′t for me, nah
I ain′t sayin' I′m scared of niggas
But I'm just tryin′ to do my thing, I don't care for niggas
Street killers, talk heat killers
But when I′m gettin' my awards, you's a seat filler
Old heads is like, "You deep, nigga"
Watch your circle, just know where you should keep these niggas
So I keep killers on payroll
And when it pops off, I trust they go

On and on and on and on and on (I got)
On and on and on and on and on (lights gone)
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on
On, right, on, right
On, right, on, right
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on (I got)
On and on and on and on and on (lights gone)
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on
On, right, on, right
On, right, on, right
On and on and on and on and on (they got)
On and on and on and on and on