On The Way Lyrics

Yeah, Krys Barry in the building Sugar Beats on the track

All my life, I felt different

You know what I'm saying

And I talked to my mom the other Day

She's like, boy

You destined for greatness

Keep being you

I'm out the trenches

I'm out the 16

One in the hole

I'm out them Ramen Noodles

Them bandos

My city want all the smoke

Bars got all the dope

Metaphorically, I spit a line of coke

Mr Myagi, wax on, wax off

Got they vagina soaked, Barry

I got my foot on the gas

Niggas, is scary to Work

I put myself on, nigga

This a clothes hanger verse

Devil wan come through the cracks But all of my Angels be holding him Back

One eighty seven, my pen

Hella blood spilled on the track

They ain't wanna let me rap though Look at how them niggas act though Krys coming through the back door

Two F's, my report card

Wiped clean Like a snotty nose

I was coming off the porch hard

You ain't know shit about it though Walk through it, no courtyard

You do the shit for the Gram

I do this shit for the Family, y'all

I'm on a wave

Bets on Me

Something like fantasy ball

What channel you On

Hand on the chrome

Hate to be sending them home

But I'm on the way to the Promised Land

The Angels are tagging along

Tell me what it feel like

Bitch, this shit is real life

If I'm under pressure

I get high until I feel right

Barry on a wave though

Yeah, that's what they say though

I have not arrived

You can tell I'm on the way though Yeah

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm On the way, yeah

Get to the bag, Stay on the grind

I'm on the way, Yeah

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm on the way, yeah

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm On the way yeah, ayy

Not with the gang

I'm with the Blick and the Bible

Why

Niggas that hate you the most Happen to look just like you

Fought with the wrong bitch

Fell in the fire

Gone with the wind

Ashes

Got it wrapped

No plastic

Up and up

Step Ladder shit

What it is

Legacies for the kids

Bitches be money hungry on the real, I got a couple of issues

Hard to deal with

Can't swallow like a pill

Cooler, they want me to chill

Used to barely pay the bills

They ate in my grill

Ain't have no place to kick em out The Crib

Now bitches slobbing on me like a bib

Couple of years, I wanted revenge

Guess what it did

What it do

Nothing

I gave it all to the Lord Because it was HIS

Look at you

I'm in the wind

9 to 5 on the grind

Overtime

I'm tryna hit a clock

Money

Go and flip it in the booth

Going down like Joc

Heads up like Pac

Red light

No stopping a juggernaut Momentum

Other side, Eddie Brock

Microphone rock

I did em nasty

Call it a classic

Underdog

See the Crowd reaction

I'm on the way

Look at em passing

Know how we coming

Ready for action

Tell me what it feel like

Bitch this shit is real life

If I'm under pressure

I get high until I feel right

Barry on a wave though

Yeah that's what they say though

I have not arrived

You can tell I'm on the way though Yeah

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm on the way yeah,

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm on the way yeah,

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm on the way yeah,

Get to the bag, stay on the grind

I'm on the way yeah, aye,

Wait for the Lord

I'm on the way

Keep HIS way

I'm on the way

And HE'LL exalt you to inherit the Land

I'm on the way

You will look on when the wicked Are cut off

I'm on the way

Psalm 37:34

I'm on the way

Stop judging a book by it's cover yo