Wavy (feat. Shay Ashlyn)
With all these rappers who's acting out like these actors is
Running game like they really don't know what active is
We was marching in March I felt like an activist
While niggas slowed they roll like they couldn't kick the Activis
Nobody saying nothing and pumping shots shit you bluffing
Cooking devils it feel like I'm stunting but I'm just passionate
Control the pace while I dribble it through the legs
And I'm laying it at the end not a shot that I'm ever passing it
Crib caught a blaze, like really went up in flames
Family made it out safe pray they save the memories made
Built on solid ground couldn't rattle us at the core
With all praises due to the Lord the foundation on how we raised
Something out of nothing we still making a play
Took something out of my spirit not taking the time pray
You know the feeling when strangers who conversate
Got a million things on they plate but never find the words to say
Is how I'm feeling I've been distant as of late
Look, I kept my distance but socially can't relate
Look, with all the doors that He's opened how I'm lacking in faith
I let Him take the wheel He already decided my fate
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
We gone ride it, ride it, ride it
Ride it til' the wheels fall off
Gone ride it
Ride it
We gone ride it, ride it, ride it
Ride it til' the wheels fall off
Gone ride it
Ride it
Gray skies to sunny days, look how the weather it plays
Off my emotions I'm feeling hopeless, stuck in my state
You not a cousin to the hustle then you couldn't relate
You ain't built a bond as strong then you prolly would break
Look at the time that it take, all of the progress we made
I can't be throwing you love, you steady throwing me shade
Crushed my spirits in my debris and you threw a parade
Too attached to the thought of you hoped the feelings would fade
Look
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
Running game like they really don't know what active is
We was marching in March I felt like an activist
While niggas slowed they roll like they couldn't kick the Activis
Nobody saying nothing and pumping shots shit you bluffing
Cooking devils it feel like I'm stunting but I'm just passionate
Control the pace while I dribble it through the legs
And I'm laying it at the end not a shot that I'm ever passing it
Crib caught a blaze, like really went up in flames
Family made it out safe pray they save the memories made
Built on solid ground couldn't rattle us at the core
With all praises due to the Lord the foundation on how we raised
Something out of nothing we still making a play
Took something out of my spirit not taking the time pray
You know the feeling when strangers who conversate
Got a million things on they plate but never find the words to say
Is how I'm feeling I've been distant as of late
Look, I kept my distance but socially can't relate
Look, with all the doors that He's opened how I'm lacking in faith
I let Him take the wheel He already decided my fate
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
We gone ride it, ride it, ride it
Ride it til' the wheels fall off
Gone ride it
Ride it
We gone ride it, ride it, ride it
Ride it til' the wheels fall off
Gone ride it
Ride it
Gray skies to sunny days, look how the weather it plays
Off my emotions I'm feeling hopeless, stuck in my state
You not a cousin to the hustle then you couldn't relate
You ain't built a bond as strong then you prolly would break
Look at the time that it take, all of the progress we made
I can't be throwing you love, you steady throwing me shade
Crushed my spirits in my debris and you threw a parade
Too attached to the thought of you hoped the feelings would fade
Look
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
Closed doors open, while willing mouths eat
There's enough heat on the street to be
Worried 'bout a beef, worried 'bout a
Worried 'bout a beef
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Brazwell
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