Walkathon (feat. Xmust)
Wendó
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No I can't miss (I can't miss) Praying to the sky like can you hear me All my Lords don't need to send his troops I am only fighting for my freedom Angels in disguise, no I can't miss (No I can't miss) Praying to the sky like can you hear me (Can you hear me dawg) Yea, I been on a walkathon Don't even pop out, I stay at the house and I still gotta put it on Heard it's a drought, so I gotta drop just so you could sing along I had my doubts, but I'm at the top, this ain't a fling, she gotta mop Don't got no ops, I'm beefing with knots I'm talking bout bands, they itching my hands These niggas allergic to getting the money (Achoo) Going out sad, go get your mans This moment forever, but we ain't together (No) I woke up this morning, was feeling the pressure I heard it was storming, I'm changing the weather We made a performance, but not at Coachella Please don't trip, watch your feet When I talk, please don't speak (Shh) I'm a dog, off the leash I'm like Usain, can't be beat Heating up, ain't no sleep Every time I spit it's ether Every line I spit heat seeker Hate I turn em to believers No debate, they can't catch up to me (No) I swear, this lady stuck to me (Yea) She told me babe I love you don't know how you still put up with me I'm blessed, this ain't just luck to me (Yea) And this is just a summary If I sat back and counted all my blessings that be luxury Yea, uh, so much signs to me that you done been around before My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor Knocking down your shots, I thought I saw you on the court My hand is up, I'm way too high this feeling got me soaring So much signs to me that you done been around before My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor Knocking down your shots, I thought I saw you on the court My hand is up, I'm way too high this feeling got me soaring Back on the scene it's like I never left Still looking clean I still know how to step Charge to the game, I can't hate on the ref You believe in the internet, who do you rep Fiending for reach, while I'm fiending for checks Deep in the streets, water up to your neck You had your time, now I came to collect Fourth or the fifth, man the dates don't connect Lost in the sauce and they blind to the fact that I gave em the recipe cook it from scratch Chaining your thoughts and your energy think I'm a enemy blocking when I don't attack Open your eyes and your mind, this a permanent shine but I know you been blind for some time And it's hard to reflect while these rhymes making signs that's divine and I promise ain't no going back You made a choice and it's pitiful (Yea) I got a voice and it's memorable (Yea) Ink on my body is spiritual Heart is on fire and know that it's literal (Hot) Keep it alive gotta know that it's critical (Hot) Hearing my words and you know this a miracle Since the beginning you knew I was lyrical (Hot) Giving you prophecies Wendó been biblical Yea, uh, so much signs to me that you done been around before My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor Knocking down your shots, I thought I saw you on the court My hand is up, I'm way too high this feeling got me soaring So much signs to me that you done been around before My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor Knocking down your shots, I thought I saw you on the court (X) My hand is up, I'm way too high this feeling got me soaring (Yea, yea) F*ck it up Send it back let me see where the shooters at I throw lobs off the rim and they put it back Man this Xmust the gift who you looking at I just bought my lil shawty that Wayda merch And she saying oh baby I need a purse Got a tote from the mall and I hit up Mac I prefer me a glock with a fitted cap Man I'm jiggy forreal Ask this girl who she feeling forreal You my girl if you sleep at the crib Cutting cays but they want me to drill Unc a problem, he prolly gone Will Put it past me to show you a kill Switch it up now she calling me Phil This money forreal I been on the pills, the weed, the henny she knowing the deal No I'm not chasing opinions (Yea) I'm only going for millions (Yea she knowing the deal) I'm chasing the red, the blue, the green (X) I'm going for alla the millions (Yea, let's go) The fye by my side, I'm taking a ride and they better hide We popping outside So don't get offended (What) Ain't no amendments Ain't no competition No reminiscing Ain't no amendments Yea, I been on a walkathon Yea, been on a walkathon
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Written by: Christian Ferguson, Wendell Dean
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