[ Hook: Omie]

We on these paths
We on these paths
And as long as we on these paths till we gone
Man we might as well take them all the way home
All the way home

[Verse 1: Omie]

This is my persona:
I'm from Corona
The zone a' the lower income
So the school's got none
And the banks got ton
And that's the way its done
Yesterday was the first time I seen the rising sun
Past the place where the train tracks run
And the lights tungsten man I swear that it slows me
Story unsung I swear nobody knows me
Except maybe my family i love them you know it's true
I just wish that we had more of that revenue
The Cream, the Moolah, whatever you call it
Everytime I go to the mall it appalls me to see
Other kids with these wallets full of it
‘ready got a pair of NMDs on their feet
And they buy another three just cause they can and they neat
I know I can't complain cause others got none to eat
But damn I walk the halls feeling like i can't compete
Cause The kids at school man you know that they flexing
The glare on those watches man you know they hexing
I don't think i've ever seen a single thing shinier
Kids showing up late to class in designer
Headphones in trying to be anywhere else
Sometimes i feel like we lying to ourselfs and it's getting to our healths
But who am I kidding
My future's unclear but i'm just tryna be fitted
Me and my family passed City Field easy
Saw a little rich boy with his feet in some yeezys
Frown on his face, damn he ungrateful
Damn was I jealous and damn was I hateful
Imma keep ballin Imma make it out of here
Cop some dope shit won't shed a tear
If I don't get more life'll be like a hell
We all dirt poor tryna make it hard to tell


[ Hook: Omie]

We on these paths
We on these paths
And as long as we on these paths till we gone
Man We might as well take them all the way home
All the way home

We on these paths
We on these paths
And as long as we on these paths till we gone
Man We might as well take them all the way home

All the way home

All the way home

All the way home

[Verse 2: Omie]
Upper West Side livin high by design
Livin rich but inside feelin shit
You decide in a bit'f im entitled to it
I got style on my wrists walk a mile in my Saks off of fifth
Gettin high just a bit to feel right for a bit
I guess have it all if you look at it one way
Somedays, I feel like I'm runnin on empty
I feel like I wanted a family that loved me
Enough not to go their own ways
They did it last week but they've been at it for years
I remember seeing my mom alone in tears
Feeling lost in a home full of my own fears
I felt the pain as it sears, and those jeers they calling your name
They callin for you, you gotta act the same
As if nothing changed, cause you can’t take that pity
Smile laugh quick just focus on looking pretty
Pushed people away tried to overdose on adderall
Guess that's how it goes for people who really have it all
That's how they fall
There was so much pressure
That's the kind of shit that you just can't measure
Tryna use the money to find some pleasure
None of that money could buy me the biggest treasure
Family
What does that mean to me anymore
Agony when dad last walked out the door

Mom got me brand new Yeezys
Got me thinking how a life is really never easy
Also got me tickets to a Mets Game
Got me thinking how my life would never be the same
When we went to the game I saw this kid strollin past
Mom and dad there like that shit was meant to last
When you got box seats man it ain't the time and place
But I couldn't help but wear a frown on my face
After he passed I couldn't help it but to laugh
Cause I'm on this path
We on these paths

[Hook: Omie]

We on these paths
We on these paths
And as long as we on these paths till we gone
Man We might as well take them all the way home
All the way home