On My Way

Ok, now they say home is where the hate is

Pulling up, hi haters

I know I been on a hiatus

Caught up in the lights, I been blinded by Las Vegas

Ain't it ironic before I was twenty-one

I put my future on the table and I won?

See, they told me life's a gamble, now this is my casino

Make sure my fellas good, now I'm Robert DeNiro

Sipping Clicquot with the girl that held me down from the beginning

My team throwing up L's but it's funny 'cause we winning

A million talked down soon as I rose from the bottom

But opinion's assholes, now errybody got 'em

So they ask me why I do it, I do it for the streets

Heard momma got out the grill, man, I do it for the grease

Man, I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife beats

That I wear like everyday to show my brand new ink

Shit, I remember working jobs  just so I could hit the dance up

Never had a date, so I really didn't dance much

Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad's tux

Told him keep the loafers, kept it gully with my black Chucks

So you can keep watching the stars, but me I wanna be 'em

And I just beat the odds, I guess we could call it even

'Cause see the underdog went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers

To living lavish than a motherfucker, goddamn

Ooh, whee, haha, we got stories for days, man

For days, they just gotta listen

Hey Slim, oh, and if y'all don't know that's like my best friend right there

But anyway, it's safe to say we're on our way, man

'Bout time though

Hey, do you remember when my dad kicked me out

Like right after we met? And I showed up at your house the next day

With a U-Haul like, hey, you wanna move in with me? Haha

Oh, matter of fact, nah, nah

You remember the time that we had those two girls over?

And Dub called like, yo, these dudes tried to jump me up here at the If

Oh, that's what we called the store across from our crib, the If

'Cause it was on a hundred and thirtieth

But anyway though, man, we left the girls there

Sittin' with the door open, sprinted to the store, ready to fight

And this fool close like, ah, gotch' y'all, I was just playin'

Damn, I still wanna whoop his ass for that shit

No, no, no, matter of fact

You remember when you wanted to buy your first keyboard?

So we went and gathered up spare change like every day

And walked into that bank with a heavy ass bag of nickels

And they were lookin' at us like, man, what the fuck?

Haha, we too grounded to be Hollywood, man

This about as Hollywood as I'ma get

Peep this

Hold up, uh, uh, okay I heard they want the classics

My life's a movie like the Truman show without the cameras

They look at like us like we a couple boys in the hood

Four brothers to the end like them boys in the wood

So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team

In the notebook, holding my requiem for a dream

I was super bad in the class, I just dazed off

So I played sick and lived Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Back in Cooley high, students used to nickname us the Goonies

Every night we blacked out, shit, they should've called us roofies

Get out of bed, half baked, roll another doobie

So many snacks up in my house, they call the crib Scooby

Blowing ooey, man, I swear this is good as it gets

Godfather told me, keep doing that music shit

He said your piece of the American pie is waiting

From the bottom to the top, almost famous, Kels'