Coming My Way Lyrics

The shit that I'm on, not catching my drift, you know they not catching da wave

Since a jit, couldn't get with the plan, and they told me I could not behave

Couldn't turn to a stick, I look at my mom in her eye, Ima be okay

But I'm in the trap, the trap get to jumping, you know that I trap out the way

And I'm in on the move, I'm chasing the blues, A young nigga just tryna get paid

You better watch out, I hop out the coupe, you bet get the fuck out the way

And I got some shooters, and they in the back, you know they did not come to play

And these bullets hot, they fresh out the grease.. we trapping out chic-fil-a

I cancel your order, I reroute that paper, you know that it's coming my way

I'm catching that motion, my phone it be jumping, I had to pick up the pace

I gotta get up , I don't give a fuck, can't change my mind it's been made

All gas on dash on my way to top, can't stop till I'm getting paid

I roll up my pain, I'm smoking that gas, I'm taking 2.5 to the face

Been some shit on my mind, I'm on my grind I can not fall to the hate

I remember them days, I was down bad I was talking to god for my sane

I was running your third, I slide in yo home and the umpire he called me safe

Got away from the heat when the feds they come knocking you know that I been out the way

Conversations with god, I know that I'm good, cause he told me that I dodged the case

The shit that I'm on, not catching my drift, you know they not catching my wave

Since a jit, couldn't get with the plan, and they told me I could not behave

Couldn't turn to a stick, I look at my mom in her eye, ima be okay

But I'm in the trap, the trap her to jumping, you know that I trap out the way

And I'm in on the move, I'm chasing the blues, A young nigga just tryna get paid

You better watch out, I hop out the coupe, you bet get the fuck out the way