Awful Waffle

Oh no It's a missile When it comes down Everyone will die Are you ready here we go I already see them coming Get the gun an shoot 'em in the stomach Cuz I see them running This ain't funny don't you shun me People wanna take my money I throw fades everyday And my back is full of blades Why you think I'm walking funny You can never tell me nothing You can hear me when I'm coming Dragging the machete while I'm humming And my heart is drumming always bumming But I'm stunning They keep on talking shit Do something or you just bluffin' Don't forget When everybody got up and left I'm Asking favors but they couldn't Break up a sweat No body gives a f*ck about you If you living in debt Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread Don't forget When everybody got up and left I'm Asking favors but they couldn't Break up a sweat No body gives a f*ck about you If you living in debt Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread One time For the people that are still cashing checks Two times For the people struggling to pay the rent Three time To the people waking up in the projects Four times To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it Five times To the OG's better show respect Six times To the daughters and the sons that get neglect Seven times To that butterfly I did effect Eight times To my women don't give up leave no regrets In between I'm the type of person not to intervene Don't you call me white, you don't want me to make a scene Swear to God I'm pale as f*ck looking like I'm Charlie Sheen Pumpin Iron with CT Fletcher he's a mean machine Like my Dad used to say CT es bien machine I hustle everyday I don't call it work it's my routine The amount of hater that I got you gonna need a sub machine When my momma dies I'm gonna digger up for Halloween Not gone lie I miss my momma But not the drama Who the f*ck gonna stop us From chasing comma's There was never an Osama Just ask Obama Always Smoking Marijuana Because I wanna Dreaming bout a Range Rover When I was smaller Pushing Papas Lawn Mower In mid October Oh my God I thought I told ya Don't get any closer If the devil can't control ya He can't exposure Don't you even try it puto Better yet ignite it puto Don't you try to fight it puto See you stalking her profile Don't you even like it puto Next time when I see your car I'm really gonna strike it puto I'm the one that calls the plays I'm the one in the front lane Be ready when I hike it puto You the one that's acting fake You always gotta fucken hate Why da f*ck you hiding puto That's why you don't levitate Or maybe it's your body weight Don't even denying puto Where the fucks yo self respect No one here can find yo neck Where the f*ck you hiding it Better yet I'm over it Let's talk about these monuments And who the f*ck created them My Africans and Mexicans My Tokos and My USO's And don't forget my Asian friends We all United not divided In California Wearing Dickie Pants and Pendletons These Other states can't handle this Or maybe it's my confidence I don't live off of compliments Your preachers a methodologist One time For the people that are still cashing checks Two times For the people struggling to pay the rent Three time To the people waking up in the projects Four times To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it Five times To the OG's better show respect Six times To the daughters and the sons that get neglect Seven times To that butterfly I did effect Eight times To my women don't give up leave no regrets It's bad to kill Guns kill and you don't have to be a gun You are what you choose to be You choose