Lyrics:
I've Been Waiting Way Too Long (prod. by Moonside)
(Chorus)
I’ve been working way too hard
I’ve been waiting way too long
They been hating way too
someone you don't like
So you hoppin' up on a diss
But your bars are too repetitive
Probably a miss
So you get up in your feels every time you reminisce
Aye
The Berettas are drawn
In The Pride
Collide with not many, I'm just simply not that dude
Never been macho, some were hostile cuz they got bruised
Some of these
[Z-Ro]
Living in the passenger side, a way of life
We're in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight
They tell me I'm a profit when I'm pimping my
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
to be saving laughter
Once a bird has seen horizon, you can't keep it caged
It'll claw its way through prison to see the waves
Birds are burdened with
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
expectations and impress someone who already loves them, would you do that too?”
Diamonds are for suckers.Diamonds are for idiots.Diamonds are for
upset
All of these niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make
almanacs and shit, places I'm racing with my tires slippin
Lifestyles I'm still mastering, invasive eyes too much
Passenger prisoner privilege
Light shine
Ain't worry bout killing, this pistol ain't registered
Send these shoots to ya girl dm and messenger
Flamed up, so hot, I'm way pass my temperature
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
Causing division and bloodshed and rioting
MTG here, bitch, Exceed in the drivers seat
I'm in a passenger, watching the crowd
The way that my people are
lid and spray shots at a kid
Too many kids are dying
Too many mothers are crying
How long will we run? Turn back to Zion
We can give God all the pain
the plastic, like ni**a i gotta have it
I'm copping it by the O-Z, my marijuana's jurassic
Cover your child's ears cause my lyrics sometimes are graphic
Any
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
right
Got this tunnel vision and it blinds my sight
It's been too long since I felt okay
Been through hell and back I found my way
And now I'm trying
crash, way she ridin', ridin'
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets (stash)
They put on that mask and they get to robbin' (mask)
I came a long way
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards
Yeah I don't do it by the
You do it your way
I'm doing it different
In love with the music
But I don't fuck with the system
Don't call me a rapper
Call
you try too much
I've got more bodies than Riley does
I'm spirited away my souls are too stacked
Impact leave a mark like look it's on the map
Still all
Mm yeah, mmm yeah
Relapse am I feeling a way
Two laps run these feelings away
This ain't nothin
Relax I been stuck in a daze
Too late but I'm still
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