On My Way

And I don't know what they be hatin' for
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a little room
And I'm just tryin' to stay in my own zone
My zone, my zone, my zone, my zone
And I feel like I came a long way
So I don't really care what people say
'Cause I feel like I'm finally on my way
My way, my way, my way

The fact that I ain't locked up feels sort of weird
'Cause I got people close to me doin' 40 years
They say I'm insane Jelly goin' stupid tho'
Runnin' for the Heisman this is my Cam Newton flow
Only blow that fruity dro

Walk inside the studio
Don't even grab a pen
Just hit the mic and let the truth be told
Verse-smashin' man it's a classic
Bitch I'm goin' in it's the first round draft pick

Before this rap game, yeah, we was weed slangin'
Just take a break for a second
This is a brief statement
On every track I'm talkin' foul
Yes he's flagrant
If they don't cut my check soon I'll be a free agent

And I don't know what they be hatin' for
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a little room
And I'm just tryin' to stay in my own zone
My zone, my zone, my zone, my zone
And I feel like I came a long way
So I don't really care what people say
'Cause I feel like I'm finally on my way
My way, my way, my way

You can call it overkill, I'ma call it overdone
Yea ya money funny, give me five for them older ones
I hit the spot and move around and tell 'em move haters
I keep the green on top like a pool table

Rappin' for the hell of it
Wrist is kind of yellowish
Cops askin' questions but
I don't never tell 'em shit
I'ma be a homo
I'm in love with dead presidents
Rappers ain't fuckin' with me
Kind of like I'm celibate

Fuck it yea tell 'em hate
Fuck it let's celebrate
The fact that I ain't lyin' in chalk
Circled with yellow tape
And here it is man I'm goin' in again
I'm just blessed that I ain't end up goin' to the pen again

And I don't know what they be hatin' for
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a little room
And I'm just tryin' to stay in my own zone
My zone, my zone, my zone, my zone
And I feel like I came a long way
So I don't really care what people say
'Cause I feel like I'm finally on my way
My way, my way, my way

In high school the girls that wouldn't let me fuck in the first place
Are begging me to dick 'em down on a Thursday
So I be goin' hard on 'em in the worst way
Can't believe the kill a bird the day before my birthday

I'm going hard pouring out on every track I do
Like we went hard in the trap with every gat we move
I must be popular my own friends is hatin' on me
And they got the nerve to call like "Congratulations homie"

I swear to God that they don't make any sense
But what they make a month at they job I'm payin' in rent
1250 for the show 500 for the feature
1G for you to keep it for real we don't need ya
Don't worry I'm coppin' C notes
As fast as a torpedo
And keep the bitches pussy wetter than a pair of speedos

Lotta people hatin' I don't notice the shit
Quit askin' me about her, man I'm over the bitch
Hold up high roller fuck we toastin' again
And poured a little bit out for all my folks in the pen
I got one bar left this verse is close to the end
Can't believe so many people didn't want me to win

And I don't know what they be hatin' for
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a little room
And I'm just tryin' to stay in my own zone
My zone, my zone, my zone, my zone
And I feel like I came a long way
So I don't really care what people say
'Cause I feel like I'm finally on my way
My way, my way, my way