paroles de chanson On This Way (feat. The Game & Iyla) - Joyner Lucas , The Game
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my
hardest
days
Lord,
won't
you
save
me?
Oh
You
know
what
I've
been
prayin'
for
And
I
never
thought
I'd
see
this
day,
yeah
I
gotta
make
it
change
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my
hardest
days
Uh,
writin'
plans
to
make
a
new
report
(yeah)
Grind
hard
and
turn
my
basement
to
a
jewelry
store
If
you
don't
do
it
for
your
kids,
then
who
you
do
it
for?
I'm
tryna
read
and
learn
some
shit
I
never
knew
before
Focused
on
investments
(yeah)
Build
me
up
some
new
resorts
We
can
manifest
it
(word)
You'd
rather
hit
the
Louis
store
Wastin'
all
your
blessings
Carе
about
the
ones
who
doubt
you
Just
to
impress
somе
hoes
who
never
gave
a
fuck
about
you
Just
what
I
discovered
Never
believed
in
family,
that
word
is
really
a
cover
Just
a
title
that
have
the
advantage
to
keep
you
under
(oh,
yeah)
I
got
niggas
I
consider
brothers
more
than
my
brothers
So
watch
it,
you
show
your
colors
We
livin'
in
a
world
where
prison
walls
is
depravation
(yeah)
Livin'
in
a
world
where
snitchin'
calls
for
celebration
(yeah)
Livin'
in
a
world
where
niggas
crawl
and
segregation
Rainy
nights
and
desperation
Pray
we
fight
the
legislation
Protest
until
we
flatline,
paralyzed
(uh)
They
throwin'
stones
at
my
Black
Lives
Matter
signs
(oh)
Made
a
change
but
we
still
not
satisfied
I
can't
smile
half
the
time
I'm
still
(I'm
still)
I'm
still
waitin',
sittin'
plottin'
on
the
couch
(word)
'Cause
I
know
that
I
ain't
safe
When
all
these
cops
on
the
prowl
(yeah)
Tryna
think
of
other
ways,
but
we
ain't
got
no
other
route
I'm
startin'
to
understand
that
shit
that
Pac
was
talkin'
'bout
(word)
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my
hardest
days
Lord,
won't
you
save
me?
Oh
You
know
what
I've
been
prayin'
for
(uh,
uh,
uh)
And
I
never
thought
I'd
see
this
day
(uh,
uh,
uh)
yeah
I
gotta
make
it
change
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my
hardest
days
Lord,
won't
you
save
me?
Oh
You
know
what
I've
been
prayin'
for
And
I
never
thought
I'd
see
this
day,
yeah
I
gotta
make
it
change
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my
Look,
time
is
money
and
the
clock
tickin'
I
teach
my
son
love
and
respect,
that's
a
God
given
(word)
My
sperm
donor
never
been
shit,
just
a
flop
Listen,
if
it
wasn't
for
my
step-pops
I'd
prolly
turn
out
different
(facts)
Probably
be
in
a
cell
doin'
a
life
sentence
(facts)
Probably
have
20
baby
mamas
and
nine
bitches
(facts)
Probably
grow
up
misguided,
twisted
inside
the
system
Dropped
out
and
failed
'cause
nobody
listen
to
my
admission
(yeah)
Sick
of
gettin'
in
fights
with
niggas
less
educated
Sick
of
gettin'
advice
from
niggas
who
never
made
it
(ooh)
Sick
of
bein'
polite
to
people
with
lesser
patience
Oftentimes,
I
wonder
where
I
would
be
if
I
never
made
it
The
hatin'
always
comes
from
niggas
that
wish
They
had
all
your
blessings
or
the
clout
(true)
And
bad
vibes
forever,
but
I'm
destined
on
this
route
(yeah)
I'm
startin'
to
understand
that
shit
that
X
was
talkin'
'bout
(word)
And
I
think
I
been
countin'
my-
Worst
thing
comes
to
worst
I'll
fuckin'
die
a
tragic
death
or
some
shit
And
I'm
not
able
to
see
out
my
dreams
I
at
least
wanna
know
that
the
kids
perceive
my
message
And
were
able
to
make
something
of
themselves
And
able
to
take
my
message
and
use
it
And
turn
it
into
somethin'
positive
And
to,
to
at
least
have
a
good
life
If
it
ain't
black
on,
I'm
prolly
gon'
use
it
to
chop
crack
on
Hard
white
for
all
them
hard
nights
I
had
my
back
on
Roach-infested
carpet,
tip-toe
in
my
mother's
room
See
a
dresser
and
felt
no
pressure
when
takin'
a
20
off
it
Compton
like
a
closed
coffin
We
walkin'
to
school
coughin'
Often
high
off
the
gun
smoke
Boston
had
at
the
front
door
Cookin'
class,
I'm
J-Hov
Rock
it
up
on
they
stove
Me
and
my
teacher
goin'
back
and
forth
Like
No
Name
and
J.
Cole
You
said
I
would
never
be
what?
I
wouldn't
amount
to
what?
Now
you
in
this
Trader
Joe's
same
lines,
sayin',
"Wassup?"
(oh)
Talkin'
'bout
like
how
you
like
my
songs,
not
knowin'
it
was
me
Security
had
me
in
a
headlock
and
I
told
you
I
couldn't
breathe
Now
it's
Black
Lives
Matter
and
white
letters
on
your
shirt
Now
how
many
black
lives
did
you
help,
or
did
you
hurt?
Did
you
handicap,
block,
push
to
excel
or
did
you
hinder?
Since
hindsight's
2020,
I
guess
you
don't
remember
Now
you
with
your
mixed
child,
havin'
all
these
mixed
feelings
But
do
your
black
husband
know
you
tried
to
burn
down
our
village?
But
never
mind,
from
the
line,
that's
for
y'all
to
figure
out
Just
know
that
boy
who
wasn't
shit
bailed
all
his
niggas
out
And
it's
my
black
queen,
I
kiss
her
on
her
black
lips
And
she
rock
Off-White
'cause
she
support
black
shit
And
I'm
blacker
than
a
Steeler
helmet
or
a
Spike
Lee
flick
Black
like
the
pick
stuck
in
the
afro
of
Kaepernick
1 When I Grow Up (Intro)
2 Evolution
3 On This Way (feat. The Game & Iyla)
4 Things I've Seen
5 Zim Zimma
6 Tattle Tales (Skit)
7 Snitch
8 Str8 Like Dat
9 Fall Slowly (feat. Ashanti) [Extended Version]
10 The Problem
11 Legend (feat. Rick Ross)
12 Father's Day (Skit)
13 Like a River (feat. Elijah James)
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