El Kamino - On My Way

Started in the trap
Moved up to the stage
Long shifts low pay
I was working like a slave
Married to the game so I'm stacking up my change
You go your own way
Then they start to hate
Im on my way

Telling momma just pray for the better days
So many hoops to jump through but we overcame
Tryna drip in water Notre Dame
Baggies in my sock I'm the one who got detained
You fucking wit the best
I'm not like the rest they tryna put my ass to rest
I had lost it all no other option but reset
Had to risk it all
And in my soul there's no regret
Remember lotta nights I was struggling real upset

But life is just a test lets have a toast to success
It's a new year lets put the past to an end
There's no such thing as enemies
Fake friends it's a trend
That's just how the cookie crumbles
Wishing I could put em under

First comes the rain
Then comes the thunder
First comes the pain
Now comes the hunger
Wanna flex double G's
Wanna flex Louie V
If you can't take the heat then better stay up out the streets
Life's like GTA I got the cheat codes
Here to take what's mine no repo
I can see em watching through the peephole
This one's for my people
That been caught up in the system
Locked up in them prisons
But still have hope
For a higher vision
Maybe transition to better living
Anything you ever wanted just work for it
Started at the first floor
Tryna hit the penthouse
We'd do anything to pay the rent now
Can't afford a time out
Praying for a milli need it right now
One wrong step and it's lights out
Flying like a kite now
You've made it this far you can't stop now
Started in the trap
Moved up to the stage
Long shifts low pay
I was working like a slave
Married to the game so I'm stacking up my change
You go your own way
Then they start to hate
I'm on my way

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

Pulled up to the function
Walked in made a ruckus
I'm not like these other rappers sipping robitussin
Really turned nothing into something
Where's the sage
Had to clean up all the way
Where's the safe
Hit a lick and caught a case
But they ain't have no evidence
No fingerprints
I did the shit
Mask on mask off
Face down on the asphalt
Imma let the money rot
You know when the hundreds call
I'm tryna get this Audemars
The foreign cars
Bitch you know I want it all
This a dirty game in the field lotta snakes
Chop some heads off then go pick up the pace
Caught up in the life
Caught up in my ways
Reaching new heights now they tryna join the wave
Got some secrets under my belt Imma take em to the grave
But you don't know
What I had felt
When I did all of that dirt
I had the blow
In the hotel
Shoot from the three I don't miss call me Dirk

Written by:
Gianpiero Cipriani

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