I'll Wait

(I jus wanna blow wan' go Osama)
(Medical we blow on rastajuana)
(I won't make her go if she don't wanna)
(She pop out wit' all new 'Lenci on her)
(Every round i'll be here in the corner)
(Clear that they don't want it how i want it)
(On the edge I push 'em to the summit)
(Cumming, cumming Hiro! in her stomach)
(Leh' ride Leh' ride)

Name some niggas do it better than like Hiro and ZaY, I'll wait
Give no fuck if they ahead right now Ima pave my way
Fell in love with the bands, pray that they give me a chance, i'll take
They'll see the outcome and forget that we had to work our way up

Tell her "babygirl I'm sorry 'bout your friends they told me to come and lay up
They was wit it, they was all the way in it ain't nothing I could make up
Whoadie riding round the town, F&N said he scared they tryna' take us
Fuck it Ima take her down once again, paint her face i'll be her makeup

We made up, we didn't make up but we made
Yeah, we made love
She take fake drugs to the face just to feel a buzz
Black truck her friends in the Sprinter Van waiting for me to get done with her
They already know what's up, 'cuz they got the treatment too
When I fell down you gave me up quick, ain't gain nun' from believing in you
Feet crushed, these is bleeder shoes
Name brand on the insoles too
'Lenciaga come let me behind ya'
Fuck about a gnat i'll crack her mama
They wouldn't save a plate for me your honor after i gave 'em all I had
Calm me down, I'm not one for the drama
Busting down the pick, i broke the llama
AP Presidential 'Rack Obama
We ran up a lil' that's why they mad
I just wanna blow, wan' go Osama
Medical we blow on rastajuana
I won't make her go if she don't wanna
Have her put it on I put it on her
(Ouuwuha)

Here's a band shawty slim fit the waist
How we could from holding hands to not talking all day
Even though can't stand I'll never make her go or stay
Type of bitch tryn' fuck a nigga mans I'll never let come my way
But I might give her one night stand
Call a nigga 'D.Bland' pick her off for her box show the play
Ouuwuha, want a nigga on her love island but I'm lost at sea right now
Tryna wrap me in told her leave me out
Any mess he in got this gat that'll clean it out
On a mission hit the road with a speeding route
Different bitches for the bros only need they mouth
Bunch of bitches could've chose but the bitch I chose ain't the nigga that she dream about
You want hella men, back peddling
Owe me hella cash but the bitch broke, sent a settlement
Murder the bitch wrote aw she better then
Ain't the type to boast, new bitch wetter than
Used to do it for the hoe now it's for the man
Bitch I'm a pro, tryna clone the flow hoping that they grow Hiro! goat twin
Get it up, if your pockets low get up
Seven that's a load hit em' up
Ouuwuha, bic that's mode lit as fuck
Said I don't do the most don't do much and I dare the bitch call my bluff
Rick Owens for the kicks magnet to the chicks got me thinking money equals lust
Tell her "babygirl I'm sorry 'bout your friends they told me to come and lay up
They was wit it, they was all the way in it ain't nothing I could make up
Whoadie riding round the town, F&N said he scared they tryna' take us
Fuck it Ima take her down once again, paint her face i'll be her makeup
Beat a ho down fuck her makeup up
Got they hand out they act like they made us
That's why iso don't ask for no favors
Behind my back she talk down but i made her
I'm da reason she do what she do
I'm da reason she got what she got
My heart hurt i might cry but im not
I'm on drugs I might pop like a lot
I been too locked in
Getting rich I won't stop then
They like iso why you pop 10s
Pray to lord hope he save me
Don't know why niggas hate me
I show love they throw shade B
I been working they lazy as fuck
They my son and shit they wanna be like us



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Writer(s): Isaiah Booker
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