On My Way,On My Way down

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

They tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now

I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it

A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how

My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it

I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real

We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still

I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still

And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell

Love yourself, girl, or nobody will

Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal

With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels

I feel for you

Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you

You wake up, put makeup on

Stare in the mirror but its clear that you can't face what's wrong

No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on

Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?"

What it's like to have a crooked smile

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darling

You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling

You keep falling victim cause you're insecure

And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure

'Cause he don't seem to want you back

And it got you asking

So all you see is what you lacking

Not what you packing

Take it from a man that loves what you got

And baby girl you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not

Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair

Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care

Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see

That the hands can't touch

That them broads can't be, and that's you

Never let 'em see you frown

And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around

And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud

I can tell you ain't laughed in a while

But I wanna see that crooked smile

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

(You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

Like the sun, I know you know I found my way back round)

We don't look nothing like the people on the screen

You know them movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens

But we got dreams and we got the right to chase 'em

Look at the nation, that's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten

Seem like half the race is either on probation, or in jail

Wonder why we inhale, cause we in hell already

I asked if my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?

Yo one more time for the 'Ville

And fuck all of that beef shit,