Intro WAVERLY
Did it again
I took the the top off
I did it again
Waverly place
It's not what it seem
So step back
Creating my space
While maintaining the pace
Humble and busy
Got nothing to prove
I ain see that boy up in years
But he say he a know a Nigga
Just cuz we went to school
I guess that I get it
I was bringing drug money to school
Even though I was GIFTED
But you know they don't get it
So I took the hardaway
Sin after sin
After sin
When God
Was a call away
Yeah I was broke
But I got it back
All the way
Straight through the envy
Like Charlemagne
So You know
I can't walk away
Wish I was cap
When i say that I still
Feel all of them
Darker days
I was pushing p
Through my PTSD
Now all of my bitches
Be different
And all of my missions be different
They see RESULTS
But they wasnt
There for beginnings
A feeling you'll never forget it
And I put my all in this shit
Knew it wasnt polished
But still got me on to the next
Waverly place
I swear this shit
Not what it seems
Truth of the matter
They killing the kings
So Why the fuck
Would I tell y'all my dream
When niggas would kill over bling
That shit ironically wicked
Promise
I don't need to feel you to get it
I just be taking to God and he get it
But still i admit it
I'm not perfect
But Worth it
All of my problems was surface
Then they got fixed with a purchase
Waverly place
Shit ain't
Really what it seem
All Kings have OPPS
I took the the top off
I did it again
Waverly place
It's not what it seem
So step back
Creating my space
While maintaining the pace
Humble and busy
Got nothing to prove
I ain see that boy up in years
But he say he a know a Nigga
Just cuz we went to school
I guess that I get it
I was bringing drug money to school
Even though I was GIFTED
But you know they don't get it
So I took the hardaway
Sin after sin
After sin
When God
Was a call away
Yeah I was broke
But I got it back
All the way
Straight through the envy
Like Charlemagne
So You know
I can't walk away
Wish I was cap
When i say that I still
Feel all of them
Darker days
I was pushing p
Through my PTSD
Now all of my bitches
Be different
And all of my missions be different
They see RESULTS
But they wasnt
There for beginnings
A feeling you'll never forget it
And I put my all in this shit
Knew it wasnt polished
But still got me on to the next
Waverly place
I swear this shit
Not what it seems
Truth of the matter
They killing the kings
So Why the fuck
Would I tell y'all my dream
When niggas would kill over bling
That shit ironically wicked
Promise
I don't need to feel you to get it
I just be taking to God and he get it
But still i admit it
I'm not perfect
But Worth it
All of my problems was surface
Then they got fixed with a purchase
Waverly place
Shit ain't
Really what it seem
All Kings have OPPS
Credits
Writer(s): Essex Johnson
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