ON THE WAY

Kenny Mason

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    Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
    Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
    Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
    Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
    I got my foot on the neck, huh
    Won't put my foot on the brake, huh
    Walk with this hood on my face, huh

    I'm at the heart of the pit
    I'm in the heart of the 6
    I'm in the mall with a blick
    Niggas'll call it a bliss
    Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh
    Don't give a fuck if it fit, huh
    I don't care who you got pull with
    Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh
    I don't care who you got cool with
    Shit might combust in this bitch, huh
    Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh
    Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah
    Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah
    I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah
    It's not one puck in this bitch, yah
    It's not one fuck I can give, yah
    Don't care what planet this, uh
    I just abducted this bitch, yah
    Might wanna jump from this ship, yah
    Might not wanna fuck with the big dog
    I got my piece and it fit, cocked
    I keep a piece like a jigsaw
    I ride around with a Gen5
    I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw
    I just reminded the VIP, yuh
    I left my mind in the VIP, yuh
    I lost my mind in this bitch, yah

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    Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
    Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
    Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
    Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
    I got my foot on the neck, huh
    Won't put my foot on the brake, huh
    Walk with this hood on my face, huh
    Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
    Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
    Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
    Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
    I got my foot on the neck, huh
    Won't put my foot on the brake, huh
    Walk with this hood on my face, huh

    Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
    Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
    Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
    Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
    I got my foot on the neck, huh
    Won't put my foot on the brake, huh
    Walk with this hood on my face, huh

    Wopo
    What's up?
    What up, bro? Ayy
    Hey, Von, roll up some
    Ayy, Cam, roll up
    Nigga, I don't smoke, the fuck?
    Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't hot no more
    Y'all ain't got no more weed
    No more weed?
    What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell
    If we ain't got no more weed
    Then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?
    Crazy? (Oh no)
    Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait
    You goin' over this?

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