On My Way

Ha ha, S to the A man

Yeah!

[Chorus]

I'm on my way to the top, no frontin

Y'all couldn't pay me to stop, no nothin

Stayed on my own and keep my pace, I'm runnin

Cause I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up

It is y'all comin with me - elevator ride to the top

Y'all can come with me - elevator ride to the top

I don't think y'all hear me - we gon' take a ride to the top

It is y'all comin with me - we gon' take a ride to the top

I'm on my way up

And I ain't never comin down clown

Bang you from every angle like surround sound

Bow down, pay homage to my hustle man

Stop gettin mad cause I be showin off my muscles man

I work hard for 'em, so damn right I'ma show 'em

You think I do that shit for fun? I don't think so son

I'm in the gym like young Muhammad and them

He said to make it to the top that I gotta get it in

And in the studio you should already know what I'm cookin up

Every other year I got this rap shit shooken up

Whoever hot at the time know if he got outta line

then I'm droppin a rhyme to put a stop to his shine

I'm, much more than punchlines and metaphors

The skill level is light years ahead of yours

So feel free to critique my mystique

The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak

[Chorus]

And like I said, I ain't comin down

I did everything one can do on the underground

Mixtapes, tours, made a couple hundred thou'

But people want that "Greatest Story" and they want it now

The powers that be don't wanna let my message out

My words are equal to somethin put in the stress about

I made a song "Color Purple," they refused to push it

That was a song that could do stuff the Southern music couldn't

"Pain in My Life," the proof was in the pudding

Plus I'm a rapper that could act as good as Cuba Gooding

The black-ballin was obvious, I walk, they say "Look he leavin"

What kinda guy'll retire before his rookie season?

I plan, plot, strategize different ways to make it

Cause when you real as I am you face major hatred

Feel free to critique my mystique

The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak

[Chorus]

They target us like hate, target at Colin

Corey got on the train and startin poppin shots into people noggins

It's not surprisin why my people still get knocked for robbin

'Sposed to just watch you cop shit to drive in? We barely survivin

You crazy or just out of your noggin? Look dawg

I'm really [?] shit, none of y'all spotted it

That's the problem with kids, you niggaz got slum topics

Talk about you from projects, you sold the bubblegum droplets

All you hear is Hummers, drop six; for every nigga with a drop six

it's two niggaz with hoopties probably fuckin y'all chicks

A hot spit, think you could stand a glock

Rockets are brolic like rocks are solid, you sweet as a box of chocolates

I'm takin off to the top like a rocket

I gotta get to the profit and nada is gonna stop it

So feel free to critique my mystique

The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak

Speak

[Chorus]

Uhh, break it down now

Break it (no frontin) no frontin y'all

(No nothin) Nothin gon' stop me man!

(I'm runnin) I'm on my way up yo!

Check it (I'm on my way up)

Who comin with me?

How many people comin with me?

Now everybody come (with me) c'mon

DJ Corb', Saigon the Yardfather

Break it down (way up)