On My Way
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Yeah, stay out my way
Yeah, I'm on my way
We're just not the same
Yeah, I'm on my way
They can take my name
They can take my fame
They can take my money
It's still fuck you same
I'm keeping my niggas safe
Put the money in the bank
I'm keeping my niggas paid
I'm keeping my niggas safe
I can't fuck with fakes
I can't fuck with snakes
I can't fuck with you
So stay out my way
Forgot my name, can't forget my color
A lot been moving since the cage got done up
Strong features; what your honey do for me?
Say you don't dick ride but you can't get off me
See my need to be the gold: I run it, man
Been on that climb just to reach summit band
I see everything in the sheen of the world, take a twirl
Everything seems to be away in the underworld
It took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
It took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
On god my fam don't know
God my blood is cold
God my crew is bold
God I'll never fold
God you'll never know me
On god fixed number homies
On god I'll go Jarobi
On god keep losing for me
Y'all some phonies
Set the low beam, I'll play the high-key
Gold pores, a film of it
Mixed with ebony
A color combo, so pure on everything
Apostate nomad, no sacred bones
Recycle old fads, breath old unknowns
Hey, they took my name
I'm on my way
To claim the very same
Fuck out my way
I guess you've wondered where I've been
I searched to find the star within
And I came back to let you know
That I'm on right now
And I won't let go
A Team T
Pity all my enemies
Gotta a couple opinions might just leave me deceased
Gotta a couple prophecies, might turn into seeds
Already booking flights to Cuba
Already ducking from police, uh
Throat'll get coarse on the support
All you rap for
All I rap for
Take a world tour, never on yours
Always want more
And I got my money of course
I'm driving
Fish lure, you're snapping and I'm napping
On you lame fucks
Laughing at your man
He can't get no fucking grip
So hand me the can p's and queue up jamming
Ayy, know where they at, uhh
Don't fear they ass
Gat with a strap on they back
Won't need a mask
Uh, go get the bag
Whoo, where they at?
Snakes in the grass
Hate in they eyes
Ain't no surprise
Fame and demise
Stay in the mind
Every motherfucker know
I been talking to my spirit guide
Never losing focus
Man I been on, don't minimize, oh
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Hey, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, yeah
Yeah, stay out my way
Yeah, I'm on my way
We're just not the same
Yeah, I'm on my way
They can take my name
They can take my fame
They can take my money
It's still fuck you same
I'm keeping my niggas safe
Put the money in the bank
I'm keeping my niggas paid
I'm keeping my niggas safe
I can't fuck with fakes
I can't fuck with snakes
I can't fuck with you
So stay out my way
Forgot my name, can't forget my color
A lot been moving since the cage got done up
Strong features; what your honey do for me?
Say you don't dick ride but you can't get off me
See my need to be the gold: I run it, man
Been on that climb just to reach summit band
I see everything in the sheen of the world, take a twirl
Everything seems to be away in the underworld
It took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
It took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, took a turn
Took a turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
On god my fam don't know
God my blood is cold
God my crew is bold
God I'll never fold
God you'll never know me
On god fixed number homies
On god I'll go Jarobi
On god keep losing for me
Y'all some phonies
Set the low beam, I'll play the high-key
Gold pores, a film of it
Mixed with ebony
A color combo, so pure on everything
Apostate nomad, no sacred bones
Recycle old fads, breath old unknowns
Hey, they took my name
I'm on my way
To claim the very same
Fuck out my way
I guess you've wondered where I've been
I searched to find the star within
And I came back to let you know
That I'm on right now
And I won't let go
A Team T
Pity all my enemies
Gotta a couple opinions might just leave me deceased
Gotta a couple prophecies, might turn into seeds
Already booking flights to Cuba
Already ducking from police, uh
Throat'll get coarse on the support
All you rap for
All I rap for
Take a world tour, never on yours
Always want more
And I got my money of course
I'm driving
Fish lure, you're snapping and I'm napping
On you lame fucks
Laughing at your man
He can't get no fucking grip
So hand me the can p's and queue up jamming
Ayy, know where they at, uhh
Don't fear they ass
Gat with a strap on they back
Won't need a mask
Uh, go get the bag
Whoo, where they at?
Snakes in the grass
Hate in they eyes
Ain't no surprise
Fame and demise
Stay in the mind
Every motherfucker know
I been talking to my spirit guide
Never losing focus
Man I been on, don't minimize, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Tharren Yu
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