Wait

Shoot...

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

It'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 Akeem, father King of 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 prints and scratches

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 cymbal, 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