On the Way Up
I been on a mission, my nigga say he with it
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I remember the beginning, when I didn't have a penny, I was so dingy, everybody stingy
Had to eat at Prentiss, she just died, Lord I'm feeling so offended
But I ain't really tripping, I ain't never quitting, I ain't bullshitting
Tunnel vision move with precision
As I sit back and recline, I know these niggas waiting on me to decline
I ain't even gotta rewind, these niggas do this shit all the motherfucking time
And why should I respect your mind when I can't even must respect your grind
So I ride by myself cuz real shit so hard to find
I been on a mission, my nigga say he with it
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
On the way up,gotta stay up can't let cha,fuck my head up with lectures
Talked bad on me as an adolescent, and it seem like the shit was on the regular
Told my dogs that it's time to do better, but he aint have the shit on the schedule
Now my nigga doing 10 in the federal, got him fucked up writing love letters
I promised myself no more selling the dope, cause if I get jammed ain't nobody gone jose
They locking us up and not giving us hope and I ain't got time to be back and forth in court
And I never changed up, the same nigga that you prayed for
Im on the way up, swear to God I'm on my way up
I been on a mission, my nigga say he with it
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I remember the beginning, when I didn't have a penny, I was so dingy, everybody stingy
Had to eat at Prentiss, she just died, Lord I'm feeling so offended
But I ain't really tripping, I ain't never quitting, I ain't bullshitting
Tunnel vision move with precision
As I sit back and recline, I know these niggas waiting on me to decline
I ain't even gotta rewind, these niggas do this shit all the motherfucking time
And why should I respect your mind when I can't even must respect your grind
So I ride by myself cuz real shit so hard to find
I been on a mission, my nigga say he with it
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
On the way up,gotta stay up can't let cha,fuck my head up with lectures
Talked bad on me as an adolescent, and it seem like the shit was on the regular
Told my dogs that it's time to do better, but he aint have the shit on the schedule
Now my nigga doing 10 in the federal, got him fucked up writing love letters
I promised myself no more selling the dope, cause if I get jammed ain't nobody gone jose
They locking us up and not giving us hope and I ain't got time to be back and forth in court
And I never changed up, the same nigga that you prayed for
Im on the way up, swear to God I'm on my way up
I been on a mission, my nigga say he with it
Mask up and get it, know we from the trenches
They know we handle business, know we really wit it, the sickest in the city
But u wasn't fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I'm living
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up
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Writer(s): Antorian Williams
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