On The Way Lyrics

(Aye Nick turn me up)

In the streets I'll probably catch a case before I catch a cold

Nothing but respect for them real niggas fuck the ones who told (Fuck em)

We use to sell out package to the people now we sell out shows (Trap trap)

Packing extra clips when I'm ot like you pack extra clothes

Come fuck with the wave cop ten or more then you get extra bows

Playing street ball gotta throw assist for bro to catch and score (Let's go)

Never fumble I control the traffic bitch we run the road

Keep it humble you ain't really trappin unless you moving loads

Keep your eyes in the rear when you moving thru the interstate

Gotta stay on point you think too long you just might be too late

Use to call em ps bags or bows new york they call em plates

Yeah you probably trap but I can get you and your people straight (Trap)

Michael jay them ps they go for twenty three no time to play

Moving weight or rapping but just know I'm on my grind for pay (Yeah yeah)

Don't play with that paper pray cause it won't be no crime delay

Usually keep it low back on my shit bitch I got time today (Two times)

My chain swing I change lanes bitch I do my own thing (Yeah)

Can pay you for your time but I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring

It's funny how a threat from a white man can make a nigga sing (Fuckin rat)

Spared you for your kid she was a bastard if you chose to swing

I'm trying to change remember growing up they labeled me the villain

Understand this come up personal before we make a killing

Find a plan and find a loyal gang before you go out drilling (Real shit)

As a man I can not feel you if you don't take care your children

Honestly I'm trying to be the one to come and save the streets

Cause honestly jesus ain't the one to come and set you free

No comedy if I make that call lil bra gone step for me

It bothers me that snitches walk round free while real ones rest in peace (Rats)

Use to pump that mid but nowadays we move a better grade

Ran down on that nigga bra say he gone need some gatorade (Yeahh)

Now I see why haters talk down cause them bitches underpaid

I was smoking za while bagging up I think I overweighed (Uh huh)

I heard this nigga lil bitch wanna fuck me dat ain't nothing major

Bra don't be no simp about that shit I'm doing you a favor (Boss up)

But back to this money shit I just might get back to that later

Wish I was in the eightys boy I'll bang them bricks right off my pager

Quality over quantity bullshit don't qualify

I'll never fuckin testify and if I do I'll tell a lie (Right hand up)

Never go off word of mouth no more believe your sight of eye (Yeah yeah)

It's a thick line between real and fake I'll always recognize (I see you)

My glizzy like freak cause she don't talk dat bitch just get to spitting

Fuck dat shit he rappin bout cause he's a rodent if it's written (He told)

In front of bitches boy you never talk bout crimes you be committing

Beat the system I'm like that cause I will never leave no witness

In the streets I'll probably catch a case before I catch a cold

Nothing but respect for them real niggas fuck the ones who told (Fuck em)

We use to sell out package to the people now we sell out shows (Trap trap)

Packing extra clips when I'm ot like you pack extra clothes

Come fuck with the wave cop ten or more then you get extra bows (Let's go)

Playing street ball gotta throw assist for bro to catch and score

Never fumble I control the traffic bitch we run the road

Keep it humble you ain't really trapping unless you moving loads

We on the way nigga