My Way
This is coming live
Yeah the boy working late
I had to get it out my mind
I went and dropped me a tape
It's been a minute, since I did it
Cause I had relay
A message to the unit
We be steady making them plays
Rewind the clock, when a nigga was like 7 or 8
I was just stuck in a phase
Constantly making a change
Shout-out my bro, he was wit me, we go hard in the paint
Remember days, smoking strains
Switching all of them lanes
Who woulda thought? In a month? All that shit was gon change
But you was off, now I'm up, shit be goin my way
I'm taking off, while you sleep I'll be on top of the game
I give a fuck, I'll be gone, I'll be all in my lane
I'm sangin'
Damn, I remember all the days that I prayed (I THANK GOD!)
Lookin at my life, I think this shit finna change (It's finna go!)
Flowing and I'm feeling the pain, oh (I swear that they don't know!)
But they wanted me in a grave, oh (Yeah! uh)
They ain't got nothing to say
They ain't got nothing to say, no (I said they ain't got nun)
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say to you (Don't ask about the one!)
I'm finna go on my way
I'm finna go on my way, oh (I said I'm on my way, yeah)
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say, oh (And I ain't got none to say to ya)
Yeah the boy working late
I had to get it out my mind
I went and dropped me a tape
It's been a minute, since I did it
Cause I had relay
A message to the unit
We be steady making them plays
Rewind the clock, when a nigga was like 7 or 8
I was just stuck in a phase
Constantly making a change
Shout-out my bro, he was wit me, we go hard in the paint
Remember days, smoking strains
Switching all of them lanes
Who woulda thought? In a month? All that shit was gon change
But you was off, now I'm up, shit be goin my way
I'm taking off, while you sleep I'll be on top of the game
I give a fuck, I'll be gone, I'll be all in my lane
I'm sangin'
Damn, I remember all the days that I prayed (I THANK GOD!)
Lookin at my life, I think this shit finna change (It's finna go!)
Flowing and I'm feeling the pain, oh (I swear that they don't know!)
But they wanted me in a grave, oh (Yeah! uh)
They ain't got nothing to say
They ain't got nothing to say, no (I said they ain't got nun)
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say to you (Don't ask about the one!)
I'm finna go on my way
I'm finna go on my way, oh (I said I'm on my way, yeah)
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say, oh (And I ain't got none to say to ya)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Wyche
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