Waist Deep

You can find Kayy in L.A
Both the gym and the bay
I was 10 with the temp fade...
Best dressed since sixth grade
Lost it all
Got it back, that's the game
Earned my name
Put in pain...
Switching lanes with my main
Things changed, had to maintain
Dreaming of the main stage
Actin' like I can't sing
MIH the campaign...
Bitch I need everything I came for
And everything after that
My niggas treat patron like it's champagne
I'm a rockstar like Rick James
I'm a block star
Frank Lucas, Nicky Barnes
With my big dog, he a great dane
All this nike on me balling like i'm Danny Green
Here I am, came to rock you like a hurricane
Young ksubi, David Blaine
Weed with me on the plane...
Pimpin' ain't easy, ask Dana Dane
I'm an old soul in 07' aqua 8's
It's in my blood to shine
Even if I didn't rhyme i'll be doing fine
I been working overtime
They been stealing bars, and they know their mine
Looking like my sons that's how you know they're mine
Why you think I switch it on 'em every time?
Sean said i'm the best, that boy ain't never lied!
All my niggas hang wit me, i'm Rondonumbanine...
Boy I wear this kultjah like its Number (N)ine

Think you fresh
Get whipped out your clothes youngin'
I got it all, but i'll beat you like you stole something
My bitch tripping say I treat her like my old woman
I tell a bitch. I'm prolly better off with no woman
Brand new 'Merm, cause the cold comin'
Looking like a dope runner
Y'all ain't gettin no money
Have my people come see ya if you owe somethin'
Snatch me up, catch amnesia ion know nothin'

Bitch i'm a P, can't play me
Wife beater on like Tyrese in Waist Deep (Look at me)
I was taught the game from my og's (Og)
Everything og, homie...
And it ain't cheap
Spend a day with me, you can learn something
Rap is fun, when you're worth something
Niggas don't deserve nothing from 'em
So it's fuck 'em
They ain't heard from me.
I just need my shot
I know my turn comin' (Yup)
You ain't never seen these rare force one's
High tolerance, Exotic piff - Air force lungs
Strung out on clout like some bums
Wet pussy, Dry purses
I put pride in my verses
Never said that I was perfect
It's deeper than the surface
Atlanta Braves grey and I ain't never been to Church's
I mean what I say, I could merch it
Found my purpose
.40 below's was my last purchase
I keep it thorough if you haven't noticed
Japan exclusive this ain't Patagonia
Smokin' biscotti for my paranoia
I guess i'm clairvoyant
I'm a one of wonder
You're an imaginary hustler, fuck ya...



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Dubose Jr
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