On My Way

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 'cos it's too dope [Hook] (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 cos 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 Cos 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 [Hook] ...Got it