While We Wait (Freestyle)
Feel like the talk of the town
Got tracks upon tracks upon tracks and I won't let em out
'Til summertime comes then I'm scorching the ground
When I hop on the stage, make you bounce up and down
Got flow like a fountain, no money like mountains but bet I be making my money from sound
And I'm getting contacted by magazines now
Holding them ransom with clips of my sound
I'm gonna need that advance in a week
I'm gon' need a couple thousand at least
Bitch I'm an animal, rather a beast
So step out the way of the path of my cleats
Running this shit like Usain on a treadmill I met with your bitch, put my dick in her dental
And twisted her up with her legs like a pretzel, then bust on her temple to stay on her mental
Dropped out of uni, that shit ain't for me
Nowadays I'm losing even more sleep
Worked on this album every single week
When I be dropping this project you prolly will see
I've been crafting renaissance like I'm Da Vinci
Money be growing on my family tree
They throwing shade underarm like marquees
I dish it back overarm and then sip on my tea
Get a grip on my team
Wait a minute
It's myself and me
I made the beat
I spat the heat
So all the money be coming to me
Wallet so fat it be looking 4D
Got a problem, I'm the one you'll see
Wanna squabble, and I'll put you to sleep
Found my solace, I let 'em rest in peace
Got tracks upon tracks upon tracks and I won't let em out
'Til summertime comes then I'm scorching the ground
When I hop on the stage, make you bounce up and down
Got flow like a fountain, no money like mountains but bet I be making my money from sound
And I'm getting contacted by magazines now
Holding them ransom with clips of my sound
I'm gonna need that advance in a week
I'm gon' need a couple thousand at least
Bitch I'm an animal, rather a beast
So step out the way of the path of my cleats
Running this shit like Usain on a treadmill I met with your bitch, put my dick in her dental
And twisted her up with her legs like a pretzel, then bust on her temple to stay on her mental
Dropped out of uni, that shit ain't for me
Nowadays I'm losing even more sleep
Worked on this album every single week
When I be dropping this project you prolly will see
I've been crafting renaissance like I'm Da Vinci
Money be growing on my family tree
They throwing shade underarm like marquees
I dish it back overarm and then sip on my tea
Get a grip on my team
Wait a minute
It's myself and me
I made the beat
I spat the heat
So all the money be coming to me
Wallet so fat it be looking 4D
Got a problem, I'm the one you'll see
Wanna squabble, and I'll put you to sleep
Found my solace, I let 'em rest in peace
Credits
Writer(s): Clark Millman
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