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conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m On (Single Version) with the following description: “I’m On” is a song by American rapper Trae. The song features rappers Wiz Khalifa, Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale, and MDMA.
  “I’m On” originally appeared on Trae’s album Street King only featuring Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale and MDMA. The song was later released on December 6, 2011 as a single adding Wiz Khalifa. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Fyre
  )
  [Chorus: Poo Bear]
  I'm on
  I'm on
  I'm on
  Ooh, yeah
  I'm on
  I'm on
  I'm on
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (
  Fyre
  )
  [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
  Uh, yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings
  Devil on me, Spitalfields and AllSaints
  Playing field ain't leveling the lane
  Throw stones at your bones, kick pebbles at your pain
  Swear they go hard, but they sold Jell-O in the paint
  Trying to Carmelo, but he can't
  Lord have mercy
  But we'll be having that jersey
  Flowing so hungry, rapping that thirsty
  Think fast, fast women like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
  Fast life like born on Wednesday and died on Thursday
  Fast money like Zakat al-Fitr, break fast
  Slow my roll like brake pads
  'Cause if you run the light, they just might stop you niggas
  Rodney King on the dome, just things that I'm on [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
  Uh, I'm on this one way, headed where the slums play
  If I don't make it, then somebody tell my son spray
  Struggling first class, headed for the runway
  Real nigga shit, I gotta make it one day
  Sick of hard times, so I tell 'em to fall back
  Sitting in all white but the Phantom is all black
  For everything I lost, tell 'em I want it all back
  Everyone who left me for nothing, tell 'em to call back
  They ain't authentic, tell them I don't even relate
  Minus the love, they feel like I was somethin' to hate
  Tell them hate now, the world lookin' at 'em
  They on the front row, everybody lookin' at 'em
  I used to have dark nights, now it's bright lights
  Daytime bus pass, now it's night flights
  Had a poor man swag, now it's priced right
  Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it's sliced right (
  Fyre
  )
  Yeah, you can tell 'em I'm on
  The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em I'm home
  Used to be at the bottom, tell 'em it wasn't for long
  Now I'm always in the hood like I never was gone
  I'm on, I told 'em I'm somethin' that ain't gon' cut off
  Try to hit the switch if you want, I ain't gon' cut off
  A hundred thousand volts of Truth, I ain't gon' shut off
  Anything in the way is gon' get permanently shut off [Chorus: Poo Bear]
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah)
  I'm on (Woah, ooh, yeah)
  I'm on (
  Fyre
  )
  [Verse 3: Big Boi]
  Never letting go, although sometimes I slip
  Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit
  Notice it every time I pick up the microphone and spit
  Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit
  But this ain't physics or rocket science
  It's a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired
  I am not a motivational speaker
  But people get easily motivated when they hear B-I-G wreakin'
  Havoc on the track, boy, grab it, hold it tight
  My city growl with me, hootie hoo-ing through the night sky
  Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon
  Rocking alligator shoes, I'm on
  [Verse 4: Wale]
  You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
  Rather live alone forever than live a lie
  I'm in the zone, foam pros keepin' me comfy
  Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage
  I'm in love with some women, more in love with my mother
  I'm in love with my God, less in love with this money
  And my level is off, got a bigger cigar
  Out in Vegas with broads 'bout as thick as Toccara
  My ambition is ammunition if this is war
  They can't run, they can't run, this is a wall
  Got forever endurance, forever under purists
  I put my breath in this motherfucker, they better hear it
  Good denim, bad women and better lyrics
  My only dream to get rich and never marry
  Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
  And I ain't trippin', my only competition's the mirror [Verse 5: Wiz Khalifa]
  Remember they used to be like, "Who is this?" Now I'm up in this bitch
  Smoking weed out in London, they bringing me fish and chips
  Thought of this as a youngin, who know this'd be the life that I really live?
  Now I'm flying on trips
  Promoters and owners giving me gifts
  Don't gotta shop, I ain't paying for shit
  This Audemars on my wrist, got it harder than missed
  Older people looking at me like, how I bought all of this?
  I say, I got it from grinding, perfect timing
  Started at the bottom, ain't afraid to climb it
  Took somethin' rough and turn it to a diamond, oh
  It ain't come easy, had to find it
  And now you can't say I got game cause I define it
  Uh, nigga I'm on like the light on and if I ever fall off, I'll be back on the same night
  Me and my dogs, we on the same flight
  Carefree, I don't need to stress
  Smoking Khaled, my weed the best
  [Outro: Poo Bear, 
  Wale
  , 
  Wiz Khalifa
   & 
  Big Boi
  ]
  Ooh, yeah
  Wale
  I'm on
  Double M-G shit
  I'm on
  Yeah
  I'm on
  Smoking while I'm rapping, bitch
  Yeah
  I'm on (Woah)
  Got Lupe Fiasco, Trae tha Truth
  I'm on (Woah, ooh, yeah)
  And Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
  I'm on (
  Fyre
  )
  I'm on
  I'm on
  I'm on