On My Way

[Chorus]

And I don't know what they be hatin' fo'

'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 along way

So I don't really care what people say

'Cause I feel like like I'm finally on my way

My way, my way, my way

[Verse 1]

The fact that I ain't locked up, feels sort of weird

'Cause I got people close to me, doin' forty years

They say I'm insane Jelly goin' stupid though

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

[Chorus]

And I don't know what they be hatin' fo'

'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 along way

So I don't really care what people say

'Cause I feel like like I'm finally on my way

My way, my way, my way

[Verse 2]

You can call it overkill, I'ma call it overdone

Yeah, 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, yeah, 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

[Chorus]

And I don't know what they be hatin' fo'

'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 along way

So I don't really care what people say

'Cause I feel like like I'm finally on my way

My way, my way, my way

[Verse 3]

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 month at they job I'm payin' in rent

Twelve fifty for the show five hundred for the feature

One G 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 (Vato!)

[Chorus]

And I don't know what they be hatin' fo'

'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 along way

So I don't really care what people say

'Cause I feel like like I'm finally on my way

My way, my way, my way