way up - cj_official1 lyrics
way up
got no room to complain man what can i say yeah what can i say
ayy what can i say yeh got no room to complain but what can i say i’m on my way up you better pay up before i slay up all of these beats give you ptsd while i’m living a dream see you’re making me green cause you think you’re so sl!ck while i’m rapping so quick and you taking a pick while i’m picking away at the the diamonds but you won’t get a dime from me. tryna take time from me but you cannot rhyme like me. cutting the piece of the pie like me i ain’t sharing the food with you whack rappers. better just pack up and get off the stage. yeh let’s let out some rage. with my pen to the page
pen to the page making a minimum wage
i’m on my way up get outa my way
i’m at the edge of the ledge or the end of the rope hanging on by the skin of my t**th “or the rope on my throat”
huh people are starting to say rhat i’m negative i am sick of taking meds to be positive
popping a pill to go to sleep pill to go to sleep
voices in my head tryna take control
tryna tell me that life is better off without me in it
you ain’t really worth the time to write a rhyme but i’m free styling tryna get it getting a better
life i write a rhyme and i make a dime i take what’s mine the game is dying uh the game is dying hold up yeah hold up the game is dying
but i’m bringing it back into life like i hit the defibrillate like i hit the defibrillate
resuscitate bring the game back to life
i ain’t packing a nine
but coming at me you be taking an l
i’m taking what’s mine i work hard for my dime
i work hard on my grind
tryna get all my thoughts on a page
put me up on a stage i ain’t being perfect
but man i’m getting much better
i am getting much better
look at your girl man you better go get her better go get her
come in the game i look like a go getter
you do not like what i’m doing but i see yku listening
making fun of me but i see you sneaking
i see you listening to everything that i make put me on a stage music ima rage
step up to me yeah you better salute
coming at me well you know ima shoot
i got a trigger finger
i ain’t playing with ya
you don’t see the picture
someday it’ gon hit ya
but us spitters ain’t quitters
i’m finding my place
you spit saliva
get outa my face
but i’m spitting bars
i don’t really care bout money or cars
im aiming at mars i’m setting new pars
yeah i’m a little bit psycho
coming at me where the mic go
where the mic go but i might go hard till the lights off
making a statement shut up don’t be rude
im fulfilling dreams
no matter how crude
my music is raw
happiness i pursue
but i ain’t ever catch it nah
i ain’t ever catch it nah
you ain’t really worth the time to write a rhyme but i’m free styling tryna get it getting a better
life i write a rhyme and i make a dime i take what’s mine the game is dying uh the game is dying hold up yeah hold up the game is dying
but i’m bringing it back into life like i hit the defibrillate like i hit the defibrillate
resuscitate bring the game back to life
i ain’t packing a nine
but coming at me you be taking an l
i’m taking what’s mine i work hard for my dime
i work hard on my grind
tryna get all my thoughts on a page
put me up on a stage
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