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Shoot [gunshots] Trust the fuckin' shooter Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does So I play to the tune of my own eardrum While I'm out on my quest, love I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep Cause we only got like two toys a piece I ask my pops did he do more for me? He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth" Ha, I'm royalty I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats Been dropped, and been shelved with no release Been in jail, no commissary or relief But God looks over me like a cross and rosary Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight" My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention This might just be my defining moment, let them wait SongtexteIt's my time now, nigga; let them wait Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula You scheme, I see right through ya I'm regal like a King Father, King as Zamunda One thing's for sure I think they do know That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno We don't play no games, no, we play sumo We attempt to flatten into action With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers I have no problem killing like sent assassins They temper's bad when my temper's graphic They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with Princess [?] My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion And pen surpasses my Aston And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin' I fill my engine with acid With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes Like a symbol, my symbol should be expensive glasses She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did She callin' me back-to-back for a second date While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick -- let them wait Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave Everybody, step away They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school Now they wanna jump the line in my shows -- let them wait My whole life, they pressured me -- let them wait You rushin' me you rushin' excellence -- let them wait Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over -- let them wait It's my time now, nigga, let them wait Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait Aus Songtexte Mania