No More Waiting (Mastered Version)

I've been on this road for a long time, I've been on this road for a long time I've been on this road, I don't think I'm coming back We can ride low, stayin' down with a strap If he reach for that pole, take him off of the map Slide down right now, bitch, play a game An you know I'm antisocial, I just might just clap a brain Ooh, I'ma slide down right now F*ck this shit, get high now, bust a bitch's ass brain Grab a fuckin' chop, bust the bitch's at his brain Now you never been the same See my mama OD, I think that I'm insane What the f*ck is wrong? He took half of a pill Now he fuckin' OD, he was just in the Ville Now he smokin', chronic, he just wanna get high If this shit happen again, bitch, I might just die Right now, right now, we in this bitch They won't motherfuckin' play now Want him, burn him, chop him, bitch, I want him, blood rains out I'm tired of all the waitin', no more hatin', they confused now Slide down, ride now, right now, bitch Simi-automatic, make sure that bitch shake I heard he tryna walk-down, split him in his shit Like, come and get the bag and claim that shit, yours Slide down right now, right now, bitch Hop up in that fish bowl, let me get a kiss F*ck everybody, I'm talkin' my shit You know I came back, you know she know she can't miss Uh-uh, somethin' goin' on, I cannot settle for this I cannot settle for this, so I will not settle for less Gotta keep goin', gotta know I'm blessed Why they keep talkin'? That choppa gon' hit his chest Three shots in the back, and they can't find the rest I've been ridin' lowkey, I just want a check When he aiming, that bitch at his motherfuckin' neck They tryna get him gone, bitch, they got em on the fet I'm on the fuckin' net, tryna see who fuckin' flexin I want the fuckin' money, but he be with Smith & Wesson Bitch my brother overdosing, know my mama, she be trippin He be tryna cook, cook, whippin' in the kitchen Where the f*ck you at? We ain't doin' no more, bitchin' Like i'm tired right now Like, why the f*ck you talkin'? So why the f*ck you walkin' Don't catch me down bad, I'ma put him in the coffin, uh, ridin' down Right now, bitch, trunk full of choppers for the pussy, get it Like, big, 72, make a way through