In The Way Lyrics

Like woah…gotta be ready to go-I-gotta be famous you know-I

lock and I aim and unload-I'm-makin' a name with a flow-rhymes

Never been better-I rock every letter-for cheddar I gave up the soul…

But you can't hold on to the soul of a man with a pattern of breakin the mold-I'm gonna blow…

Man I got a handful of kids I'll be putting through college with this…

Man I got no plans just to quit when I'm caught in the heart of the biz…

Man I can't spend any more days in this place with how awful it is…

Man I gotta spread out my wings til I go where the oxygen thins…

ATMOSPHERIC…eat the competition-a demon to opposition-I

CRAFT THE LYRICS…seen it all I mean it-boy I got the energy to-shine

AND THE SPIRIT…tell em I'm the meanest-inside but a freakin' genius-hides

AT THE NEAREST…cell up in me see it-the music is part is me I mean it's

Written and encoded in my-double helix

Ain't nobody really wanna-fuck with me this

Ain't no game-but my name gon shine (but)

There ain't no shame-if it ain't yo time

I just can't accept that-gotta get a check cashed

Lookin to the future like we all be wearin' jetpacks

I can see a gold chain-shinin' where my neck at

Don't get it my way though or the juggernaut'll wreck that

I've been called a nightmare walkin'

I don't ever come outside durin' the day

Look at all this shit I'm talkin'

If you ain't ready step aside you're in the way

You're in the way (you're in the way)

You're in the way (you're in the way)

I can't hear a single word you say

You're in the way (you're in the way)

You're in the way (you're in the way)

Man I'm finna murder some today

(You don't wanna get caught in the way)

Whoo man I'm in my bag…

I'm in the back with a pocket of cash

I'm in here puffin' on chronic and gas

I'm in here touching on all of the ass

I'm in here bumpin my shit on the speakers

I rock what I bring you I've never been fake

I'm in here wiping the sweat off the sneakers

To bring you some shit you can take to the bank

Tryina get that "how-are you-today sir" money

Tryina get that have-my-ladies in fur money

Tryina tell my son-when he askin "sure buddy"

Sitting at the music store because he wanna learn (money)

Comin' out the notebooks-cough it up

Like there's money caught up all in your esophagus

I gotta bust hard-I'm a nightmare walkin'

Right there coffins opened all at once

Cause my music so dope that even the dead folks

Stand up and applaude for the kid with the pencil

Spit it next level-never keepin' it simple

This music will jack you up-better be nimble (Jill)

Chill on the beat like I live in there I

Kill undefeated intense prepared rhymes

Still I'ma need this-shit on repeat bitch

Get it any way you wana get it but in mine

I'm hard headed…I got a dense mind

My target is…more than a quick dime

More than a ticket sale-more than a sick time

I'm comin in to fix the game and give it a spit shine (hawk tuah)

…that should clean right up

Tryina' pull up in a mean ride tough…

Enough that the valet gets to say

I can't move that car and it's in the way (sir)

I've been called a nightmare walkin'

I don't ever come outside durin' the day

Look at all this shit I'm talkin'

If you ain't ready step aside you're in the way

You're in the way (you're in the way)

You're in the way (you're in the way)

I can't hear a single word you say

You're in the way (you're in the way)

You're in the way (you're in the way)

Man I'm finna murder some today

(You don't wanna get caught in the way)