Wait!
Yeah, ha, we back
Hollywood Summer
Aye, brrr
Yeah, aye
Jay, Jay, Jay were you been?
In the booth been confessing my sins
What's the cost?
I seen Empire State getting lost
I ran thru the smoke, now Quebec is my opps
City on fire, I just sent Kieran beats he inspired
Edit this movie, my nigga I'm tired
Perry, Okonma, my nigga I'm Tyler
Rod in the cut, he the plug, I'm the wire
Singing his hooks made these whiteys his choir
Noah his name, he got flood for the fire
Washed it over, I just watch and admire
Take my time man, I'm not in a rush
Moral status, only Violet I trust
Follow rules or you get left in the dust
I don't listen, Im not giving a-
Wait, I can never tell a nigga he lost
You can never tell a nigga I'm bought
Tell these hoes that I don't move on they clock
Chelsea Baby, I been right by the rocks
Doing class and then I run down the block
Roc Nation sitting in my backyard
Made album of the year for my healing myself
He ain't do it for these niggas applause
Working out so put the music on pause
Out of shape, well I've been proving 'em wrong
Eva told me I should get better sleep
Rather bench so I can humble a treesh
Jay Holly, I'm too hot in the streets
You will never catch me slaving for streams
It's a miracle we able to dream
Tarantino and I'm these making these beats, nigga please
Wait on my soul, I know
Put on pause, for my soul
Let me heal, let me go
Let me fly, let me try
Spread my wings, to the sky
I done died, I revived, I'm alive yeah
Yeah, tryna trap I ain't taking the bait
Where the fix man they people ain't ate
They be asking bro, what do I say?
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait
They be coming and grabbing a plate
Everyone want a piece of the cake
But they don't wanna get in the race
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, tell these niggas that they gotta wait
Taking my time to go make something great
Drop every week and your songs sound the same
4 bar and loop it don't have any shame
45 on me, I'm back in the game
I was just grieving, not taking a break
So, tell these niggas that they gotta wait, Jay
Yeah nigga, we back
The wait is officially over so
Hollywood Radio on 89 FM, ya feel me?
My name is YRN Rara, I'm your host
We got some great shows lined up
It's summer baby
Turn on that AC, we bringing the heat all season, ya feel me?
School's out bitches!
Hollywood Summer
Aye, brrr
Yeah, aye
Jay, Jay, Jay were you been?
In the booth been confessing my sins
What's the cost?
I seen Empire State getting lost
I ran thru the smoke, now Quebec is my opps
City on fire, I just sent Kieran beats he inspired
Edit this movie, my nigga I'm tired
Perry, Okonma, my nigga I'm Tyler
Rod in the cut, he the plug, I'm the wire
Singing his hooks made these whiteys his choir
Noah his name, he got flood for the fire
Washed it over, I just watch and admire
Take my time man, I'm not in a rush
Moral status, only Violet I trust
Follow rules or you get left in the dust
I don't listen, Im not giving a-
Wait, I can never tell a nigga he lost
You can never tell a nigga I'm bought
Tell these hoes that I don't move on they clock
Chelsea Baby, I been right by the rocks
Doing class and then I run down the block
Roc Nation sitting in my backyard
Made album of the year for my healing myself
He ain't do it for these niggas applause
Working out so put the music on pause
Out of shape, well I've been proving 'em wrong
Eva told me I should get better sleep
Rather bench so I can humble a treesh
Jay Holly, I'm too hot in the streets
You will never catch me slaving for streams
It's a miracle we able to dream
Tarantino and I'm these making these beats, nigga please
Wait on my soul, I know
Put on pause, for my soul
Let me heal, let me go
Let me fly, let me try
Spread my wings, to the sky
I done died, I revived, I'm alive yeah
Yeah, tryna trap I ain't taking the bait
Where the fix man they people ain't ate
They be asking bro, what do I say?
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait
They be coming and grabbing a plate
Everyone want a piece of the cake
But they don't wanna get in the race
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, tell these niggas that they gotta wait
Taking my time to go make something great
Drop every week and your songs sound the same
4 bar and loop it don't have any shame
45 on me, I'm back in the game
I was just grieving, not taking a break
So, tell these niggas that they gotta wait, Jay
Yeah nigga, we back
The wait is officially over so
Hollywood Radio on 89 FM, ya feel me?
My name is YRN Rara, I'm your host
We got some great shows lined up
It's summer baby
Turn on that AC, we bringing the heat all season, ya feel me?
School's out bitches!
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Wayy, Maryam Wayy, Dennis Ralph Hadley, David Gus Garelick, Sam Page Hiner, Donald Coffin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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