On My Way Songtext
von Lloyd Banks

Uh, I′m bending blocks, steel package, put out the lines with curvy
Stood on my square, dropped classics without the controversy
I'm poppin′ jerseys, she's toppin' a nigga top, she turvy
Money for pain, see a Benjamin′s like a Aussie 30
I′m clockin' early, whatever to live Versace′s 30
I spent my life crossin' waters, a paparazzi journey
I′m all but losers, bunched in, a kamikaze tourney
You some detective, sweet nothings, was Ronald Rizey movie

Forgive my ignorance, lump sums for the fools
A quarter million in uncomfortable shoes
The skies are sad, got our own trophies for blues
From a place where you know better becomes something to prove
Carrots for clarity, stones jumped in the tombs
Traitors a casualty, stones jumped and removed
Worked too hard to get me out my muse
Excuse my manners, semi-hollow moods
Broke bones, screws, fat attitudes


I'm down to fall a hundred times if I prevail
On my way through hell (it ain′t how you fall, it's how you get up)
I seen the best of gangsters rise until they fell
On my way through hell (you get your all, never give up)
Ain't nothing better than that brand-new money smell
On your way through hell (all my life I gotta stay chipped up)
Take it or leave it, I ain′t got a soul to sell
On my way through hell (all I ever had is bad luck), uh

Cut yellow tape, still crime scenes in jacuzzis, I′ve been in hell
We play male style liftin' the Louis stock to ten
I learned my lesson hard when he′s tryna sue me up to pen back
On my clumsy shit jewels droppin' my boots, found the gems
You done seen this before, exact same movie watched again
Him always had the it-factor, that′s what excludes me out of them
I met my maker a second time when he threw me back again
Over a hundred backstabs, rare that you truly have a friend

Every month I make a masterpiece, flow tighter than Fashion Week
Hen and G made for TV, episodes in the rapper suite
Enemies every day, seven foes in an average week
I make it ring by the 11 rows of my athlete
You fuck with me when hell is frozen, when we sell as golden
Accidents from DR sleepin' on me, too much melatonin
Some bonds are better broken, you can tell I′m chosen
The fuck if you check for me as long as I'm checked envelope


I'm down to fall a hundred times if I prevail
On my way through hell (it ain′t how you fall, it′s how you get up)
I seen the best of gangsters rise until they fell
On my way through hell (you get your all, never give up)
Ain't nothing better than that brand-new money smell
On your way through hell (all my life I gotta stay chipped up)
Take it or leave it, I ain′t got a soul to sell
On my way through hell (all I ever had is bad luck)