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WE ON

We On Lyrics

English Translation:

Whatever they say, I’m here for my muzik

Here for my muzik, here for my muzik

Whatever ma haters say, I’m real for my muzik

Real for my muzik, real for my muzik

Runch Randa and Rapmon are both part of me

The envy of the aspiring rappers my age

You guys only see what you want to see anyway

You foolish and young’ins with short educations like capri pants

When you rap about love and affection, I rap about big things

Those smack-cracker dolls who are filled with inferiority complexes

Talk smack about my sunglasses, my hairstyle, my name

It’s sad comedy of losers in reality

My rap smothers you, making you suffocate

Head-scratching kids who say they hate the busy world of K-Pop

Pretending to be someone they’re not, I know you suck suck

Damn fan, the public, manias, yeah I’m makin’ em mine

Big Hit and BTS, yeah I’m makin’ em shine

Hooligans who will bring the value of our name, I’ve never wanted a hole-in-one

Yeah I wanna be the one, not number one but the only one

Swag

I don’t know you and you don’t know me so please shut up

Don’t worry about me, I’m better than you and will continue to be so

Where are all the friends who looked down on my since before? We on

This isn’t a joke, I’ll show you, I promise ya, we on

(Gimme dat, real fact) I’ll show you, I promise ya, we on

(Gimme dat, real fact) I’ll show you, I promise ya, we on

Whatever they say, I’m here for my muzik

Here for my muzik, here for my muzik

Whatever ma haters say, I’m real for my muzik

Real for my muzik, real for my muzik

Oh oh my haters, talk more smack about me

Keyboard warriors, make some more effort

Yes, look down on me like that

It’s my hobby to prove you wrong

Uh my skills become a controversy, it’s too early to draw a conclusion

I’m killa, Jack the Ripper, I’ll pierce you with my sharp tongue

I’m illa, even if I’m lazy, I’m busier than you – hit home?

The haters who looked down on me before my debut

You will filled with hip-hop pride but now you’re beneath me

Look carefully, I’m in the majors, jealous? Hey chaser

I think it’s too much for you to follow, just stay there

These lyrics I wrote myself is a hand-lib

I graduated from being a trainee, celebrate

I’m a rap blackbelt, you’re just a green belt