Sorry for the wait ft. shabba tha trenchkid & BTMH Lyrics

Sorry for the wait, I hope I ain't late

BTMH, Its your boy

Shabba the Trench Kid

Back on top

Back on top

Hentai and fire

Back on top

Sorry for the wait, Rap Teen almost had me hanging but I'm declaring

Fresh out from a NYSC camp just like yesterday

So I ain't replay, drip on a daily

Sorry for the wait, Rap Teen almost had me hanging but I'm declaring

Fresh out from a NYSC camp just like yesterday

So I ain't replaying

Sorry for the wait, I fell off and I'm back on my feet with the no delay

Fresh out of chiches, n***a I'm getting paid

I count my blessings after I go broke

On the grind while you play

Last year's n****s complained

Sorry for the wait, I hope I ain't really late

To my man Dema, I know she done go relate

Defending for success like I'm on a debate

Stress to work, my people they anticipating

I'm sorry cause I've been working and working

Stunning and stunning

Blessings to God cause the gifts keep coming

I was told not to wear my hat or my sleeve

A star is coming up, I hope they could feel the heat

All of my youngies in the trenches following up the lead

I'm on Nike they ain't never gon' catch these dips

Roll up the jay with backwood, I swear we don't need no reezz

Puff puff puff, raise the head up, blow the smoke with no ease

Fans keep showing love, yeah I could feel the breeze

Sorry for the wait, Rap Teen almost had me hanging but I'm declaring

Fresh out from a racy cop just like yesterday

So why we play, Jeep on the daily

They say I fell off and I'm back on my feet

Headed to the sky man niggas can't see

Tied up from the bottom all I do is win

I know the world watch I gotta do it big

Style like a fedi and my drip like a veggie

Voice of the trenches, ain't no capping

I'm in Miami, driving jet ski

Living notorious like I'm B.I.G

Back up back up you better press the run

Niggas gon' be good I even crossed the line

Back up back up you better press the run

Niggas gon' be good I even crossed the line

Build on your dreams like I'm Fetty

Clean paper my hands ain't real dirty

Still can't forget the days of scoochies and bread

No corny acts will save why my eyes still in red

You know I've been chasing checks

You know I've been playing less

One night till the morning yeah you know I ain't taking rest

Sorry for the wait

I fell off and I'm back on my feet with the no delay

Fresh out of trenches nigga I'm getting paid

I got my blessing and I'm going broke A day

On the grind while you play

Lazy ass niggas complain