Lyrics:
waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin' that shit, I can see it in his eyes
Comin' up Wise, and locs is close
And locs ride
I’m shooting at dick beaters
Three shot burst so
Nutt up
My clips are seanile
Each one drugged up
Armed and dangerous
Kill niggas for luv
Get scrubbed
Hate me
Sorry, I don't want to give you babies
Days go by and I do the same things
Always finished last, this game I'm taking
Mess around there's no
in the moment
(In the moment)
Our bodies floating
(Away they floating)
And time flies by we been up all night
Moving on to round two three four
waiting for our slotted time
At CBGB's Sunday showcase night
Don't remember what really went down in that holy dive
The alehouse got the best of our wonton
drama you come with
I swear you on some shit
Whether it's morphine or cocaine
Doja or dog food
They had these marks for Tre and Max
Fuckin' off
Golly
Iron sharpens iron
Either hunt for yours
Or get ate, it ain't nothing promised
I been praying honest
Waiting for his promise
Because I don't move
cries for nothing no more
I'm drippin' with black skin Got me a legacy, got me unmasking
Finna on the max, you coming wit facts, told yo lil girl told her
the middle of the summer no ceiling fan
And Enoch Dad took his blue mini van
So we back to riding bikes to circle K
Had to roll up
So I cop a 3 for $2 dutch
I
That's just between me and you
And once we lock this shit down
Ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call
saw life
Them long nights waiting for the sun
Living wrong rights
And when I left, I put my faith in us
I give time, time and me
Love, mysteries
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
a picture of what's waiting for you on the shore
You all get to be slaves
Split up, sold off, and worked to death
A hundred years later…you're fucked
On a chopped 32 three window coupe
That machine was such a beautiful sight
It had a 392 Chrysler V8
Injected and chromed all over
Four inch tubes
Waiting for my hand to be stamped so I can get mine
It's never me and who, it's always the same crew
Me with a few ends rollin' with a few friends
Fake
the ballas, young shot callas
Nineteen inch blades on the Impalas
Call us to get leid tonight
I got sweets rolled tight, I got sprayed by ice
I hit
verses,
The ninth one they do repeat,
Humiliate the Land of Glory,
See them trembling in the streets,
A proud day’s waiting for the faithful,
Watch
it, ain't lost it
Your love for me wasn't transactions
Girl, you just broke the whole fraction for me
Ball up my nigga two, three
You know how I'm
a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep
waiting for me like a store line X2
V3
All these peopleeee that ignored me get boring it’s the same old story
For me but I’m soaring to enormous heights
a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Heaven waiting for me nigga, tell me when's the date?
I cannot stand this ignorance, I'm better acting fake
Don't give a damn what's on your mind, I cannot
Aiyo KJ people are waiting for us to do something
(That's true)
Let's talk about the elephant in the room though man
(Let's do it!)
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