Wayzide Up
Straight from the slum
Pay on the song
Drew on the drums
This is history in the making
Addie's I'm on, uh
Trap out the phone, aye
Stack it, I'm gone
I be moving like immigration, yeah
I'm taking flight, I'm 'bout to land on something big, yeah
She just my type, like how she stand for something real, yeah
We just alike, yeah, me and shorty comprehend, yeah
She help me down, she help me grind, she help me win
Uh, racks up on the floor without a deal, oh, yeah
Racks up in the safe, yeah, bag secured, oh, yeah
Trappin' is a sport, I'm highly skilled, oh, yeah
Strap on me for sure, my life too real, oh, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks up in the safe, that bag secure
Got racks up on the floor
Got rack up on the-
Yeah
Got racks up on the floor without a deal
Strap on me for sure when I appear
Strapped up, yeah, for sure, just like a Seal
Fresh to death when I pull up, I kill the scene (I kill the scene)
Got blood up on my bands, got blood on my jeans
I, I, I needs all that shit in advance or by this week
I got way, way too much in my hands, no brim, no team
Got way too much on my mind, a dime at my expense
The wayside's too cold these days, and the weather got me bent
I'm not breaking, I'm not folding
We go way deeper than my kin
In the vacant, my heart and soul, give all I got to give
I gotta be honest, I was expecting a whole lot more from this
Word to what he said
Still hurts when I think about death
Not real or too real, no breath
I had a bad and it's gone, no rest
But I still move in 4/4 time
Got a lil' paperback, worn, no spine
Yeah, my enemies are greener than the grass on the other side
Tryna get a piece of the pie
I pray to God to get rich or die with peace in mind
'Member I was in the vacant, the blind
Heard my name knowing that I got an angel in mind
When I'm lying in the wake of the night
Yeah, I'm knowing all eyes on me but my eyes only staying on what's all mine
Give a damn who or what grapevine that you heard otherwise
Now, why would I lie?
Eh, yeah
Yeah, give a damn who or what grapevine that you heard otherwise
Now, why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Yeah, and why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie to you?
Yeah, yeah
Seen some things you don't normally see
Seen some things you don't normally see
I still don't know what it means to me
Ah, yeah, yeah
What's it mean to me?
Pay on the song
Drew on the drums
This is history in the making
Addie's I'm on, uh
Trap out the phone, aye
Stack it, I'm gone
I be moving like immigration, yeah
I'm taking flight, I'm 'bout to land on something big, yeah
She just my type, like how she stand for something real, yeah
We just alike, yeah, me and shorty comprehend, yeah
She help me down, she help me grind, she help me win
Uh, racks up on the floor without a deal, oh, yeah
Racks up in the safe, yeah, bag secured, oh, yeah
Trappin' is a sport, I'm highly skilled, oh, yeah
Strap on me for sure, my life too real, oh, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks up in the safe, that bag secure
Got racks up on the floor
Got rack up on the-
Yeah
Got racks up on the floor without a deal
Strap on me for sure when I appear
Strapped up, yeah, for sure, just like a Seal
Fresh to death when I pull up, I kill the scene (I kill the scene)
Got blood up on my bands, got blood on my jeans
I, I, I needs all that shit in advance or by this week
I got way, way too much in my hands, no brim, no team
Got way too much on my mind, a dime at my expense
The wayside's too cold these days, and the weather got me bent
I'm not breaking, I'm not folding
We go way deeper than my kin
In the vacant, my heart and soul, give all I got to give
I gotta be honest, I was expecting a whole lot more from this
Word to what he said
Still hurts when I think about death
Not real or too real, no breath
I had a bad and it's gone, no rest
But I still move in 4/4 time
Got a lil' paperback, worn, no spine
Yeah, my enemies are greener than the grass on the other side
Tryna get a piece of the pie
I pray to God to get rich or die with peace in mind
'Member I was in the vacant, the blind
Heard my name knowing that I got an angel in mind
When I'm lying in the wake of the night
Yeah, I'm knowing all eyes on me but my eyes only staying on what's all mine
Give a damn who or what grapevine that you heard otherwise
Now, why would I lie?
Eh, yeah
Yeah, give a damn who or what grapevine that you heard otherwise
Now, why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Yeah, and why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie to you?
Yeah, yeah
Seen some things you don't normally see
Seen some things you don't normally see
I still don't know what it means to me
Ah, yeah, yeah
What's it mean to me?
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Writer(s): Andrew Payne
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