On My Way - Curren$y

Yeah, I don’t rap on beats I spit pictures nigga

Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas

Ya’ll don’t want any part of Spit Vicious nigga

Simple beats, complex lyrics;

I give it to ya

Just as an onion has layers to it

Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em

I ain’t a killer but the beat made me do it

Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip

JETs high

We lookin' down on the top

No matter what the time it’s four-twenty on my clock

Won’t let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly

It ain’t that type of party fool, I’m sorry

Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation

Got they face all in a jet engine

Tryna get a wiff, no

Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it’s too dope

(And I’m… yeah)

On the way to the next cheque, it’s

Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and…

It’s not a secret I so love my set

But where haven’t we been yet?

(And I’m… yeah)

On the way to the next cheque, it’s

Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and…

It’s not a secret I so love my set

And bitches no the planes… (got it)

Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym

Nigga I’m trainin'

My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'

Didn’t get down like that we just started fuckin' lately

Rare shit, so crazy, straight up

Straight jacket action baby, but wait up

I never let it get me down cause my spirit’s rasin'

To the point I’m grounded but steady levitatin'

Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'

Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'

Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station

My homey once told me everybody ain’t gonn' make it

Believe he was taken

Cause truth was at the root of his statement

From the air to the pavement behind paper

From the air to the pavement behind paper

From the air to the pavement behind paper

… Got it