WTF?! ft. Ace. Lyrics

All my life I wanted the people to rock with me

Started with a pen and a pad and I got busy

In the session chef like Harden and drop fifty

Drop a diss and take care of the boy but I'm not Drizzy

Smoovest in the DMV welcome to my city

I'm preachin' money, power, respect 'til the LOX hit me

I'm bleedin' hundreds out of my flesh 'til the doc stitch me

Leaking all over, I told the custodian mop quickly

And I ain't ducking none of you goofies I want all kind of smoke

Gave it to you raw just like the condom broke

Told myself to not listen to niggas opinions a long time ago

Cause y'all stay clockin' me far as timin' goes

I could drop a country song and still juggle these college hoes

Island gyal wanna dirty wine I switch to rasta flow

Smoove is too logical

I do the impossible

Treat my music like you in a petting zoo and watch the goat

Had you niggas dropping slow

Punchlines boxer flow

I just blew a bag on shades just to say I got the hoe

Said she wanna top me I'm like who am I to stop the hoe

Been the sickest out I just forgot to let the doctors know

They asking for a doctors note, excuse me I've been diagnosed

Voices in my head help me write you'll never find a ghost

Bitch I'm finna blow on some Osama shit and bomb the coast

Wait I think I hear them boys coming, knew my time was close

Your time is close, I think its best you skate and let Ace operate

Im a doctor of many sorts, I get strange with the Wanda his death is option A

Option B now thats just seeing the vision

Option D is if I, stay on track and load the clip he'll run long distance

Niggas act surprised when Ace return

Well bitch I wrote down every last one of my confessions and watched them burn

Then I sat down and watched the tables turn

Did like David Stern commisioning this league of rap

I made a gap between me and my competition

Niggas knowing I'm vicious

Whodini in this bitch I'm raps leading magician

My niggas bad boys it's like we play for the pistons

Or the warriors five stars and we all switchable positions

Twin can take the lead, twin take the point

Man if I dish it, is you gon' shoot and show them niggas you the truth

If shit pop off are you on frontlines or hide in the coupe

Man call it drumline, shit pop off I'm letting the cannon loose

Now I'm wylin' out