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I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you, you, you Taking it back just like that I'm still waiting on you niggas to inspire me Lately, I've been feeling like retiring, UBSing I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes I'm challenging y'all niggas to move the needle If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's cool with me though The quickest way to have your pimping in doubt Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo' mouth That's a flag like it's crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout Past life itchin' just to come out All of y'all just be telling them lies Most exciting thing y'all can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!" I'm a product of Funkadelic and Parliament I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with It's apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian So tell your muscle I make a doctor open him up SongtexteAnd button him looking like a skeleton wearing a Cardigan Now, who the fuck want it? Now of you who got the back of Who the fuck want it, bro? I got the scolio Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your roll I don't know how much I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO Woah, for those who try to live the rough life Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere Give a nigga a buck 50 like I'm the cashier Leave us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right? I'll punch a nigga to Timbuktu I got a drum, I'll front a nigga ten bucks too The outcome of playing big bank to little bank with me Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em like a virus Try to violate me, my ETA is a major scene And it will be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted" screen I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you Yes, I'm I'm still waiting on you, you, you Taking it back just like that I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the most All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls Tap a super model, she [?] in morse codes Screaming with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors If I made it, we all made it 'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em But I'm just me, I never claim to be the toughest Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em Blood rushing like when I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby Lately, I ain't for the monkey shit Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family function and Tell me who I'm up against, I run this shit Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but shit I'm warning ya The way I ball gon' make a nigga corner ya Tell the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder Never was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of You outta line like you ain't got a lotta drive Fuck around and clash with some niggas you idolized Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of pride Got my mama's eyes From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined As I watch my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive" Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady mama lie I just sign on the dotted line It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time Just like that, that, that, that That I'm poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils Hostile infects aside, it's the chainsaw massacre Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donots As if I grabbed the coffee with it for breakfast This shit I write it make you ball up your fist to fight and Take off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin And I ain't got a lock when I'm sticking the door key in Cause I got this in the bag like apartment 4B when Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro To In My Lifetime, and you's a customer Not accustomed to how I'm on the cusp of greatness And at the top of the food chain, I could hump the waitress and How you do these dishes? I'm truly vicious I know you wish my life sucked and Death blew me kisses But I'm extra closer to the Testarossa The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to Jason? A sick disease that cut into you like six degrees of separation You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki's That any crime unit would be quick to seize From some high rollers who are thick as thieves Who love the top dog and how he flick his fleas And I could give you food for thought before fricassee's Or I can just rub you out like two crickets' knees They rather see me chatching murder charges 'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my third massage Living the life that's in need of a narration Give me the spotlight, you can keep the interrogation At the sheriff station And I swear if you tryna play the don Think before you dive in murky waters with a megalodon Aus Songtexte Mania