Stevie Ross - On My Way (Ft Stevie Ross) lyrics

(Verse 1) [Joss Biggins] Someone tell me what's real Someone tell me what's fake In this day n' age I get paid to stage To portray my page On Facebook Or snapchat So my face look Like you'd tap that Señoritas-to call back Like Bautista-at bat And that's a home run And we up three That's money Like curry But Lucy's --- got a nice fee It's pricey --- but try me Can you pay the price? I'm sure fame is nice? Touring dames and ice? Your name is made from vice But damn homie you so cool You mad phoney on pro tools In the lab, homie you smoke fools Must be bad only them weak loose I ain't mad at that I'm a fan of rap Fame can get ya wack So Why you chasing that Imitating raps Well Carbon date the raps sh** Cause it's real No censor it's real The culture was appeal To the soldiers in the field sh** ain't over it's concealed Pimped bu*terfly's revealed Didn't stutter I'm for real! (Chorus) [Stevie Ross] My momma sad My daddy good I'm just tryna' live my life in Hollywood I know all these kids wanna be famous On the road to riches could be dangerous I'm on my way, I'm on my way (Bridge) [Stevie Ross] And shawty with me because she know what I got what it takes She don't wanna feel no heartbreak She my angle In poor health she there Or else, she where? With my back to the wall she backing me when it's no help! In poor health she there Or else, she where? With my back to the wall she backing me when it's no help! (Verse 2) [Joss Biggins] She the one that keep me straight Main girl with no debate Eating off the same plate Waiting at my estate But it ain't the aim to let em in But you trying win But I'm here to entertain Wait I forgot cha name Wait Snapback - then I got it It's ironic - cause I lost it Too busy - with my projects When really - love the object You told - me boy you got it Were my only - then I tossed it Cause The game was calling my name Became a ball player in vein Planes to Belgium n' then Spain But I'm still grinding girl with no fame Designing time in my mind frame Co-signing grinding into my name But you ain't get that, I got parents that don't chit chat I can't look back, cause they'll click clack Once you admit that, you can't get back (Chorus) [Stevie Ross] My momma sad My daddy good I'm just tryna' live my life in Hollywood I know all these kids wanna be famous On the road to riches could be dangerous I'm on my way, I'm on my way (Bridge) [Stevie Ross] And shawty with me because she know what I got what it takes She don't wanna feel no heartbreak She my angle In poor health she there Or else, she there With my back to the wall she backing me when it's no help! In poor health she there Or else, she there With my back to the wall she backing me when it's no help!