Runnin to the money wit my nikes on
Ain't no tellin really what i might be on
I been tellin wifey that i might be gone
Tour the whole continent til i be on
Tell her quit her job I'm makin money from da songs
She gone take a flight to all the countries that are foreign
She gone take a flight to different cities that i tour in
She gone spend the night and we gone wake up inda mornin
Always wanted to be something greater
Had a daughter God like thank me later
Never selfish, never bought the coupe
Every blessing isn't meant for you
I got fam from Cali to Decatur
Trust in God and Jesus as my savior
But i wasn't livin like it's true
Picture what a little faith could do
I'm on my way
I'm on my way up
Get out my way
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way
I'm on my way up
Get out my way
I'm on my way up
Run yo favorite rapper I'm prolly mo clever
I been on my 9-5 like fo Eva
Lyin to myself like soon it's mo chedda
Knowin that i won't be on til octember
Really all that mean I'm prolly on neva
Enough wit negativity Ima see Coachella
I ain't tryna sing mo blues like mo betta
Niggas blowing woods mo stoned than Rosetta
I can't really lie i don't got much problems
I can't really lie i don't really got the dollars
Pretty pretty lies they be talkin bout the commas
Commas ina contract keep you at the bottom
Commas from a label make you saltier than sodom
Suit and the ties they be dressing up to rob em
Gettin an advance stuffin pants with the dollar
Flexing on the gram money thick no robin
I'm on my way
I'm on my way up
Get out my way
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way
I'm on my way up
Get out my way
I'm on my way up
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