The Woah ft. WillZone Lyrics

Hey

Hey

Hey

Tell you just the truth

Until you feeling like you woke

And know the secrets of the whoa whoa

Even if I don't want you go

I support you and your choices

I still love you that's on my soul

Bammas famous for getting even

Pistols they let 'em blow

But the key to surviving

Is knowing when to let it go

Really speaking life into you

You not ready to be a ghost

You walked away they called it fear

But all I see is growth

Like bro too many soldiers

Died on the road

It was raining hard in Brightseat road

I pray to grow wise and old

I ain't got time

I'm busy on the road scoring

Ain't no time

To be broke chilling at home

Don't waste my time

If we betting then

Let's go all in

I ain't got time

I'm busy on the road scoring

Ain't no time

To be broke chilling at home

Don't waste my time

If we betting then

Let's go all in

Anytime I worry

Anytime I failed

Anytime I talk

It's not just for my health

Yes I work hard

And I still need me some help

It's been a while

Since I said how I felt

I had to flip on the card I was dealt

Moving in silence

I look out for self

Perfecting my craft

I won't end up on shelve

Focused on my children

Creating generational wealth

Me and twin made some beautiful babies

We're better as friends

I'll still treat her like my lady

Don't disrespect her

I'm telling you for your safety

Play with something safely

Tell your feeling good good

That Henny got her body moving

Like she hit the whoa whoa

Shivering like she cold

Got a stallion in my kitchen

She cutting up Tina snow

Fendi all on her body

Talking twenty-four hr woke

Play with her blicky

Why she nicknaming all my poles

Half of me want her

But the half of me don't

But the other half of me don't

You always talking about leaving me

Your girls encourage you

She tell therapy or spirituality

One or the two

I pray to god I never lose

Her by my side I never do

Lately I been feeling paranoid

Niggas moving so confusing

That's why I keep one in the chamber

Temperance of this loyalty

I don't even hold my tongue for strangers

But never would I forget to thank ya

Pressured situations

Could've ended up so fucking dangerous

These niggas nameless

I don't know none of em

If you don't like it then nigga do sum

Taking me off my focus

While I'm tryna get some new funds

While my bro keep getting caught up

With all of these fucking new guns

Dropping bread for my bro

In the feds shits inspiring

When you got the weight of the world

On ya shoulders it gets tiring

And the sudden disconnections

Start to feel like it's a timing thing

But bang my line you know

I'm known two realign some things

Tell them every action has a reaction

Or consequence

Can't be moving round with niggas

That be lacking common sense

That's real rap niggaz pillow talk

Be weary of them niggas preaching game

But never taken fault

Survival of the gifted

Cementing my name right at the top