On My Way - Josh A

No, we don’t talk about it

No, we don’t talk about it

I’m on my own- on my own- we don’t talk about it

I’m on my own- on my own- I keep it inside

I’m on my own- on my own- I keep it inside

I’m on my way

I’m on my way, yeah

Swear I’m on my way, uh

Yeah I’m on my way, yeah

Like the holiday season I’m back to wrapping

I’m back to yapping on tracks

I’ll be gone for a minute

Never stop at the rhythm

I’mma kill it when these motherfuckers feel it

Yo from the boom to the bap I’ll be taking these tracks

Through the heart and the soul, put it back in the rap

I just really wanna touch these kids

No MJ when I write like this

Yo you ain’t half the man like a minotaur

And I’ve been working, I feel that spark

And some hate my start, some hate my art

And some kill it with no motherfucking handlebars

No escaping the suites like escaping the sweets

They still leave you with some cavities

Casualties when I master the beat

Like an angry vegan I’m attacking the beet

For a minute now, all of my enemies all spit ‘em out

All of these arenas I’ll be filling out

Like a W-2 I got nothing to lose in this readiris pool with my rhetoric

Bitch I’m a celibate, but not by choice

Fuck it

I’mma be the only one to catapult above it

Let me grab my things and I’ll be on my way

(Yeah)

Swear I’m on my way, uh

Yeah I’m on my way, yeah

Yeah, people would die for a little bit of fame

Talk about money, they all want the same

It’s just ignorant bullshit, it’s all really useless

If I hear again, then I might just lose it

They stumble in the game no gain so clueless

So many idiots wonder why I do this

Ain’t nobody real and I see right through it

For them to pick up the clues, man these motherfuckers blew it

Back to the rap, I been at it for days

Picking up the pen, a new, different ways

Some fans want trap, but I really wanna rap

I got something to prove, I got something to say

This is my life

Waited for the drop when the time is right

Hope the fans are cops, so I know it’s nice

And resonate with every single word I type

This my life

This my life

This is everything I do

And if a doubter tries to bring me down they just don’t have a clue

Writing ‘til my fingers blue

I got nothing else to lose

And I’m finally ‘bout to make it cause I got this rap shit going on my way

(Yeah)

Swear I’m on my way, uh

Yeah I’m on my way, yeah

No, we don’t talk about it

No, we don’t talk about it

I’m on my own- on my own- we don’t talk about it

I’m on my own- on my own- I keep it inside

I’m on my own- on my own- I keep it inside

I’m on my way

I’m on my way, yeah

Swear on my way, uh

Yeah I’m on my way

Yeah, yeah