Wack

Uh huh, yeah It’s MIC The prodigy Come vibe with me Sing It makes me want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Don’t even want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it I’m that n*gga when I wanna be I never needed your permission I’m a fucking king You’re most insecure when you ain’t doing your fucking thing You should be bored watching how my chips crumbling You don’t fuck with me It’s okay I love hearing I’m wack, I see the effects of coke on your brain Take your time though, your kind takes it slow mane I shoot for the stars blame your L’s on your low aim So tell me you ain’t digging my vibe It’s funny I can see you masking how you feeling inside It’s cool, the latest n*gga will be arriving soon Your bitch will bump this in her ride in the afternoon A nigga high like a kite or the sky and moon And wack just stands for we ain’t coming kindly dude I got that kinda shit that helps you define your mood And tell me I’m capping if a young nigga lied to you Tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell It makes me want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Don’t even want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Yeah And this the realest shit I ever wrote A born sinner but I’m gone end up in heaven through The ratio between the two I guess I’ll never know But I’ll get it one day, this my heavenly processional But what you stressing for? N*gga you’re hardly known I never partied in college just took the party home I would sip on all the barcardi and shortly I’d be gone And I know my bars is so narly cause this was off the dome But I’m back Writing on the track Tryna hide the fact that I tell myself I’m wack Don’t know why it seems I was born in the Mac Never wearing jeans, come up short cause I slack Tryna speak for people that be poor and they lack Stuck up on the corner keep on pouring the ngac Tryna get a dollar just to cop some more honey Jack N*ggas rob but it ain’t always cause they bored in the trap Hurt is generational the pain they feel is so real And your ass gone get upset cause you got no deal Hope still is so futile, niggas don’t heal And you want a mill but you still ain’t paying no bills You wack, by Unpopular demand You wack by Unpopular demand understand that Wack because you got it in your hand and you’re black how could you not give to your fam, damn Tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell me I’m wrong You can’t tell It makes me want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Don’t even want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Don’t even want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it Don’t even want to sing about it The money you can’t breathe without it