Cj - On our way (feat. thatnikoli & swimmingslug)

Listen up motherfucker, we on our way to make it
The crown that you're holding dog we on our way to take it
The ceiling that's above us, we on our way to break it
We on our way, no mistaking

Been on my way for so long
Huh, where'd I go wrong?
Wonder am I wise to hold on
To the dreams I've been sold on
Hope gone
Finna crack open a cold one
Gunna go back where my soul from
Fuck outta here with this shit cannot breathe
If I give in I will never succeed
Ten out of ten I'm ahead of my league
Rap twenty seven but act seventeen
labels don't want me the fuck do they need?
You struggle swimming, I'm just up to my knees
You mumble spitting and spread your disease
Killing this shit, man this beat is deceased
Beasts do not feast on the weak so you're free to go leave
While I speak about feeding on fiends that are teeming round me
And the three and the reasons that be
Are they seek all the keys that we seem to just breed
Yeah we planting a seed boy we dancing on these
Motherfuckers who weep when we hand them the deeds
To the mansions we lease and a fat sum of weed
Just to ransom the queen
Huh
Never chill
Never fell off and I never will
Never been fake, I'm forever real
Never could stray far from heaven's fields
Till I went to hell
Prayed to god he would pay my bail
Paved the way for my art to sell
once you start to fail, then your coffin's nailed.
Boy I speak the truth
I'm another being inside the booth
You came for me? Your demise is soon
Like a dolphin's brain and a tiger's tooth
Boy I'm sharp as fuck
on the way and ain't down to luck
When it comes to bars your page is stuck
When I drive these cars all the ladies look
I create this art and I say these hooks
Separate myself from the latest kooks
I hate these kooks
I hate these kooks
I slay these books, lay the bait all you fakes just take the hook
Lie in wait, all my hate is just saving up
For the day when I spray all you lames with the
K at my waist till you break my trust
I'm state of the art, you know my aim ain't shook
My age ain't known my stage ain't booked
I claim I'm gon be famous but
I ain't that good
Just fucking with ya, I'm as good as they come
When I spit it you stunned
If I pull up just run
Or you facing the gun
Who can beat my father's son?
No one

Listen up motherfucker, we on our way to make it
The crown that you're holding dog we on our way to take it
The ceiling that's above us, we on our way to break it
We on our way, no mistaking


On the bus, surrounded by thugs
I'm looking forwards, awaiting my turn
Heart beating as I step off, dressed all in blue
Got the 3 piece suit just for the job interview
Views of the youth are way past skewed so I gotta dress mature
And impress those looking on with judgement
For I'm doing this pure, fueling the fire as
I begin my journey to take control of my future
Fuck typing behind a computer
I'm a enlighten the useless and use less effort
To upset the scale of who's best than I would to eat breakfast
My bars are beyond impressive
In fact they're so oppressive at best all you can do is break fast
And pray my reign won't last as the mistaken greats become prey to the pyroclastic flow
Aftermath of an eruption you all slept on
Now the ash clouds blocking the light now you all see
We're the only ones shining bright, label that the 3
If the Price you pay to gain the fame is to fake your way then
I'm a play for keeps and blast away the lames from west to east
All eyes will be facing me, I'll rise to the occasion like some shit from a bakery
Y'all flows flaky like some fucking pastry
There's no pacing me, I'm ducking and weaving
Sprinting on my way to becoming one of the favourites
Or a name known to households that ain't tasteless
Know flavour when they taste it, I do this to fill the plates of them and others alike
My future is a never-ending debate, will I succeed or fail?
Fall victim to greed or remain great?
All I can do is sit and wait

Listen up motherfucker, we on our way to make it
The crown that you're holding dog we on our way to take it
The ceiling that's above us, we on our way to break it
We on our way, no mistaking

Been on our way on a path that I've wavered off too often now
Been on and off, tell me to stop the glock go click clack pow
I gotta make it someway how, it's either rot and drop or wow
Like a proper schooled clown I'm too rude to back down
Coming through with the matte black crown
Nothing as underground as that
I'm pounding the track without a filter, just facts
I doubt I'll ever retract, see the picture I paint is abstract
At the minute I see it, but you can't
I said it before I got vision
At the core I'm a Christian but I done more sinning
Less repenting, the floor missing
From a tent to a building
To dreams of a whole other thing
I'll do my soul searching after becoming a king
I'm no Los, but I'm aiming for coast to coast recognition
The hope been frozen but I'm hinting
That the roads been finished
I'm closing in, gonna win this
I know cos I wished this
I told them to believe and now we're on our fucking way

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