[Chorus: J.R.C.)
Yeah
Look
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense, it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
[Verse 1: J.R.C.]
I'm a product of
The block Dewitt how you want
New whip and it came with a bitch
Too cold, too thoughtful, too real like my features
Chronic smoke hold tighter than the beat production
My functioning at a higher level than these other rappers claiming that they got a bezel
Gotta let it ride a little
Gotta let her suction the cups that I'm busting up
Going through the glass roof but that ain't high enough
There's always higher bruh
Pyromaniac I'm always lighting up
Get ya writing up
Lay the pipe buy a Breitling for a bitch that I don't even like enough
But I like to fuck till my price go up
And I don't need all these hoes ready to wife one up
But I'm back to hoes that I bagged when I was out in the cut packing backwoods
Mad at the earth
That until this very moment I was just a passenger
No audacity but logic pass through me
The product catchy, like a ball they sacking me
Pause a tragedy, rewind a bit
Just ripped a part of it yeah
J.R.C. samples almost always hit
This just one of those times now I'm
[Chorus: J.R.C.]
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
[Verse 2: FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM]
Now its on to the next hoe
First get the money then watch the respect flow
Work ya whole life but still drowning in debt woah
Gods like us just watch, gripping a death note
Choking and coughing like a bad case of strep throat
People in coffins from tryin to impress foes
But me? I'm soul searching
My enemies lurking, but one thing's for certain
When I got determined the people gathered up like it was a sermon
I cut it open to the core like a surgeon
I can't speak on too much cause I am still learning
I got me a few bucks, that's not all I'm earning
Learned bout consciousness, learned what profit is
Laugh at motherfuckers who think they stopping this
When I die imma rest up in a sarcophagus
Imma king to you pawns, work from dusk until dawn
Yea our sketch was redrawn to soar up and beyond
To the limits they set on us
On the grind we is heading up
Who else in the world could be next up
[Verse 3: Joey Zen]
On to the next
In some Nike checks with my foot up on they necks
I won't ever rest till they pay me a check
Better yet, just pay me respect
Pay me in action pay me in change
Show me you grasping all that I say
Prove you imagine all we create
It take some passion to kill all the pain
It take some action to kill all the hate
Make yo own name and do anything
All that you think, yo mind is a tank
But I'm getting off track like I'm a train
I need to off that let me refrain
Popping off since I've bottled enough
Emotions so much fell in love with lust
Don't know what to think, don't know who to trust
Felt so many lows now I'm going up
Now I'm going up
Now I'm going up
[Chorus: J.R.C.]
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense, it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
I'm the product of
Yeah
Look
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense, it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
[Verse 1: J.R.C.]
I'm a product of
The block Dewitt how you want
New whip and it came with a bitch
Too cold, too thoughtful, too real like my features
Chronic smoke hold tighter than the beat production
My functioning at a higher level than these other rappers claiming that they got a bezel
Gotta let it ride a little
Gotta let her suction the cups that I'm busting up
Going through the glass roof but that ain't high enough
There's always higher bruh
Pyromaniac I'm always lighting up
Get ya writing up
Lay the pipe buy a Breitling for a bitch that I don't even like enough
But I like to fuck till my price go up
And I don't need all these hoes ready to wife one up
But I'm back to hoes that I bagged when I was out in the cut packing backwoods
Mad at the earth
That until this very moment I was just a passenger
No audacity but logic pass through me
The product catchy, like a ball they sacking me
Pause a tragedy, rewind a bit
Just ripped a part of it yeah
J.R.C. samples almost always hit
This just one of those times now I'm
[Chorus: J.R.C.]
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
[Verse 2: FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM]
Now its on to the next hoe
First get the money then watch the respect flow
Work ya whole life but still drowning in debt woah
Gods like us just watch, gripping a death note
Choking and coughing like a bad case of strep throat
People in coffins from tryin to impress foes
But me? I'm soul searching
My enemies lurking, but one thing's for certain
When I got determined the people gathered up like it was a sermon
I cut it open to the core like a surgeon
I can't speak on too much cause I am still learning
I got me a few bucks, that's not all I'm earning
Learned bout consciousness, learned what profit is
Laugh at motherfuckers who think they stopping this
When I die imma rest up in a sarcophagus
Imma king to you pawns, work from dusk until dawn
Yea our sketch was redrawn to soar up and beyond
To the limits they set on us
On the grind we is heading up
Who else in the world could be next up
[Verse 3: Joey Zen]
On to the next
In some Nike checks with my foot up on they necks
I won't ever rest till they pay me a check
Better yet, just pay me respect
Pay me in action pay me in change
Show me you grasping all that I say
Prove you imagine all we create
It take some passion to kill all the pain
It take some action to kill all the hate
Make yo own name and do anything
All that you think, yo mind is a tank
But I'm getting off track like I'm a train
I need to off that let me refrain
Popping off since I've bottled enough
Emotions so much fell in love with lust
Don't know what to think, don't know who to trust
Felt so many lows now I'm going up
Now I'm going up
Now I'm going up
[Chorus: J.R.C.]
On to the Next
Yeah I'm up to my neck
In my troubles ain't upset
Light a blunt with no incense, it make no sense
How I'm up here climbing the ladder to success
I'm bringing the matter they make an event out of it
I'm the product of
( JRC )
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