Everything Wavy

Everything wavy
Look at yo lady
Crown up top
On gawd and baby
SRE 4E squad
We racing
First to the top
And you niggaz ain't pacing
Drop they first album
They empty the clip
Then we hear nothing
This game is a bitch
Blew ya advance
Tryna prove that you him
Nobody told ya
The chances was thin
Clearly they played you
With me as a opp
I got that hustle they Neva could stop
Albums on albums
I drop when I want
Pay my producers
My features
Get plus
Play with the profit
My wifey can stunt
Money don't move me
It's claim that I want
I need the title
That Hov and them got
Pardon whoever
I'm takin the spot
Fuck all that talkin
Ain't hearing em out
Gave em 10 years
Of da humble routine
Now y'all gon deal
An arrogant King
No Martin Luther
Bitch the choppa can sing
Tryna see Cali
And link with the vets
Tryna meet snoop
And do GGN next
Hit up the 6
Send a kite up to Tory
If I had the bag
Woulda featured The Boy
Shawty said I shoulda signed to the ovo
Shit would be lit
But I'm able like X and O

SRE everything
Tatted and wedding ring
Locked in forever
No quitting, no settling
Run up the check
Give a fuck who im better than
I don't see nothing
But family and excellence
I'm so ahead of shit
Knew this was lit
When I came off the head with it
Prophetic elegance



Credits
Writer(s): D Kearse
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