Cold Blood - We Gon Make It lyrics

Verse 1 (Wasabi) We gon make it Dare me to dream? Tryna get rich fast like a Ponzi scheme Cause cash rules everything around me, cream Money's the target Know what I mean? Ur a self con artist If u disagree You've confident tricked yourself Contradict yourself Bamboozled reality, tripped yourself, ready? (0:35) Get up cuz the evidence is clear unlike yeti But we busy, no pity Causing mayhem on the stage like The Joker in Gotham City Microphone supervillain We gone make it tho Find me in the bakery cuz I'm making dough It wasn't always that way though Used to step up to the mic and my mouth is dry But a coward dies a thousand times Swallow your fears and don't choke on your rhymes Look up, there's blue skies We're starting a movement, Rosa Parks Worldwide flooding, Noah's ark From the start my flow is sharp That's prowess art When I rap I paint a picture with words Thats that spitting image Been that way from beginning to finish Its a winning clinic, so diminish the cynics We gon make it fools Verse 2 (King Q) We gon make it The king in the house You know that I'lll spit When I open my mouth Everyday working long hours in the lab Many say I'm already winning But this is still the first inning It's just the beginning From the tall towers in New York to LA I rise above the competition I'm just saying what they say Even in Canada I get money Ay But making it ain't as easy as it seems Started as two teens with a single dream To one day make it to the top And to never ever drop But by the way that we spit Looks like we gon make it Verse 3 (Wasabi): Wasabi Jones on the loose equals potential problem for you Plant a bean in the ground and help us find that golden goose Don't hijack the use Of magic beans like drug abuse No excuses for losing if you end up in the caboose It's okay to look at me like I found out the truth Discovered the fountain of youth But we ain't in Bimini We ain't looking for sharks We squash raps like zucchini We just tryna go far Started off with nothing tho now we hittin gold Didn't have a clue what to do We did it cuz we was bored Now we on the draft board After months just tryna be heard B**ch we gon make it It's time for changes Tired of seeing the same ol' faces Turn the pages, its getting unstable Me and Q in danger of turning tables Flipping sh*t, shooting rubber bands, and throwing staplers Making a fatal day from new york to L.A The city of angels Sh*t will be painful if u caught off guard And knocked off hard Stabbed in the back by trust She still sent a christmas card Disregarded and bombarded Whats a bad report card ma if we still make it far Aim for the stars Cuz we already know we gon make it