Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating
Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying
Better yet they work my every nerve
Snazzy like a doctor, white converse sneakers.
Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race
My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit
Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree
Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino
In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow
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