J'sar - Long Way To Go lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: J'sar] For real without a deal I k** like serial My mic catch bodies I scratch the serial For really though ill n***a still 'a blow A whole L rebel on your weak rap team Knowing well that you never will be A part of the league in which I own part of a team Play strip poker with hoes and I start with their jeans Cut the game short cod that's all that I need We make moves on cats who came through wrong Their eyes wide open but we see that they sleep You see they don't see what we see To these hungry predators they be grade A meat Take a look at my closet straight street I own suits 'a blackball you don't test me Remain humble through the pains and struggles You hear this playing anywhere the gangstas huddle [Hook: J'sar] We make rap songs and break bread with the children Lay the foundation down we building Are you still in to make the millions Then aim for billions we got a long way to go Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo [Verse 2: J'sar] Atmosphere be cold the environment Foul get hated I'm just knife like Music novelist optimistic pessimistic Quiet riot shovel them under Virginia We exit Y Z if you ain't notice the rhyme scheme Webster's dictionary couldn't ever define me You get buried alive if you ever defy me Straight disrespect only send you in five feet Genuine ivy league cla** of this rhyming thing Cla**ic in time I speak hazardous lines through pre Amps and a mic I bleed ink of the page or free Style either way a twelve gage seem weak Seven days in a week I been up for eight Drinking henny straight C Jack puffin' haze B and Rell hit the scene their eyes like infrared beams Obvious we doing the same thing [Hook] [Verse 3: J'sar] We call audibles at the line of scrimmage Snatch your script call Scorsese rewrite your final ending I got about twenty six hundred women friend Need pentagon clearance to chill with us and get bent That was your girl I steal her like Big Ben Like Big did watch y'all doors get kicked in And knock down walls like wrecking balls Mister want it all didn't get enough and got the guns involved Sonnin' y'all the moon is gone keep it moving on 'fore I do you wrong I ain't razor sharp but I produced the song Don't need forward progress I blow by So step back like a crackhead that blow lah Tell no lies may these rhymes be a n***a nine to five 'til the day that I die soul raise to the sky Going crazy in my mind feel I'm running out of time Like Denzel with one bar left before I drop the mic [Hook]