Wade ft. Joe Ayinde Lyrics

I got problems, I got problems

And that's prolly why I'm stressing

I got loss on top of loss but every loss is just a lesson

They tell me to go to church but what it cost to get yo blessing

I say I don't do religion, they say lost and need direction

See I'm dealing with anxiety, the dealership done fired me

The dealer that supply the weed is waiting on my call

If I obey anything it prolly ain't gon be the law

And if your hatred come to me well then the pain must go to y'all

And see I feel for ya, feel for ya

You know I'ma keep it real for ya

And I'm praying for you all

Underestimating me.. I must be Lamar Jackson

Like we know that he can run but he ain't gon throw the ball

Well the last time that I checked, I was still the MVP

Sounding kinda envious don't envy me, envy deez

I remember day ones and I remember empty seats

I don't care if they come I'm prolly still gon empty seeds

Cuz I gotta a porn addiction

I went to college but I was too bored to listen

Most of us couldn't afford tuition

Think about it

Most of us couldn't afford to listen to the information

We can think of something way more innovative

Get the pen and paper for the entertainment

This a demonstration, let me demonstrate it

EH EH EM

Please draw your attention to the front of the class

Knowledge of self educational funding that lasts that is what none of us had

We had a punt and a run and a dash catching the spirit put some in a flask

Either your jumping high enough to dunk or you

Baggin up with a gun and a mask

Hope to break a record and do Covid numbers

My Kinfolk dying in the streets nigga I'm over summer

in places where there ain't no escape from the heat, where

Dead aunties and uncles lay awake in the streets and we just

Skid, Roe vs wading in these high seas

I remember ssips capri suns and hi-c's

Back when I had the juice and I ain't care about spilling it my passion's fruit was in

Season all year round I was tilling the ground and still doing what I had to do and I

Produce at a level I could make Farmer's Market

Got so good at killing shit that now I arm the target

All sport, calling 9-1-1, that is all Porsche

Big spoon energy tell your girls we can all fork

Y'all niggas food but I'm viewing you like you all pork

I don't care if you dress cool, y'all are all dorks

So please make room for the righteous, where

God wanna be just like us

ALL FACTS YEA

SO HIGH I DON'T THINK I WANNA LAND YET

ALL THAT STRESSING MAN I LEFT THAT SHIT IN LAST YEAR

WHOLE SQUAD FULL OF MUH FUCKING BAND HEADS

BAND HEADS AYE

ALL FACTS YEA

SO HIGH I DON'T THINK I WANNA LAND YET

ALL THAT STRESSING MAN I LEFT THAT SHIT IN LAST YEAR

WHOLE SQUAD FULL OF MUH FUCKING BAND HEADS

BAND HEADS AYE