waitden

Who is he, Mr. 'buse the beat The loosest leaf, couldn't eat the food, I creep, I'm not a scary dude, ok I lied I murder you and he and him Guaranteed to plead the fifth then sing a hymn You wanted me to rap Iigh my fault I'm back Me and 98 used to call 'em on they cap then and then he got a bunch of tats and now we dumping crazy verses out the crack Out the asphalt, straight up out the dirt, took the mask off, spit a bit and then I hit em where it hurt I got a friend that call me bestie, she be tryna flirt If her nigga find out what the f*ck I'm 'sposed to do but think the worst It's just gon be on MTO and Shaderoom, picture this: pessimistic nigga made a pussy nigga rest in piss Press a nigga for his time, push the button on my wrist That's his shorty on the line, stress relieving with his... bitch And they waiting for Me And they waiting for Me Yea they waiting for Me Yea they waiting for Me And they waiting for Me And they waiting for Me Said they waiting for Me They waiting for Me They still waiting for And they waiting for Me They still waiting on me, They gon have to wait a lil longer I ain't gettin no sleep 13 hours on feet Just to throw shorty in designer, lil baby on fleek I put the truth I'm my songs She wasn't really having shit on but she had it after me Sad that we got a lil beef, bad lil dime, she was vegan but she loved Never really roamed in the streets Wasn't ever looking for no trouble but it always found me I got my foot in the in the door They ain't wanna let a nigga in, started looking like the key Niggas treat me like the piece If you woulda told me I'd be here, woulda never even believed Back then that just wasn't me Funny how it all turned out, this the shit that I bleed Niggas gon' starve if you feed em or not that's a lesson I learned when I couldn't even eat I was bumping techno beats on the B25 with text tone keys next to niggas with they breath on E Nowadays it's getting too odee So I been havin less on me, so the stress lowkey Tired telling niggas Rest In Peace Imma keep my pistol tucked, ain't no steppin on me Looking like I gotta set the tone g, I was in the depths, niggas wasn't checking on me Shit was getting old, couldn't trust a soul, poor me Threw me to the cold, they ain't know I wasn't gon' freeze F*ck what you thought that it was, it just ain't Feeling like Kobe, I'm going so hard in that They want a verse, man I know they ain't talking 'bout practice I died and I came back to life in a similar fashion Can't believe that it's magic And these niggas want sponsors I woke up and died like a monster