Wasted Lyrics

Baby, what you wanna know is I don't care 'bout nobody but you, right

Wanna know is I don't care 'bout nobody but you, right

Wanna know is I don't care 'bout nobody but you, right

Wanna know is I don't care 'bout nobody but you, right

Driving on fours

Whippin' new clothes, working new flows, working till close

Tensions are rising, it's coming to blows

Cannot decide what comes after I give out my soul

New episode and y'all binging the show

Brain might explode, film and upload

Engraving my name, can't contain me in stone

I bust out the tomb, coming back soon

Y'all can assume the panic ensues

The Xanax consumed, I panic at one

I'm manic at two

Man's not a fluke, high like a flute

Whistle some tunes and then pack up the booth

Fuck a take two, double take smooth

Greatness y'all view is obtained by a few

I see myself with the Hannibal face, I feast on the meat that cannibals bake

I'm rolling in green, let the animals play

Been changing the game from my cradle to grave

Might be insane, potentially great

Slaving for fame while I patiently wait

Mention the name

Staking my claim as the greatest to do it since Pusha killed Drake

Might I dare say, I'm doing it dazed

Imagine the magic when Satan awakes

This rap is a waste, I give her the D

Put her to sleep, then I play GTA

Wake in the morning, complaining of soreness

I told that lil shorty to pack up, get goin'

I can't be with bitches, I gotta say vicious

I gave her eight inches, then tell her get steppin'

Coming in back on the track with a plan it's to murder any doubt that I stand in the clouds

As a god among rappers, and you're so-called talent

With your showtime pallet, that's some hobo status

With minimal flossin' i'm killing you faggots

With a new hacksaw, peeling your phallics

Got cheese in my salad, I'm tossing to balance

These bankers astonished the cottage I brought in

Like college, this knowledge I'm dropping is crucial

But shit, it ain't free to you students so frugal

You better take notes and start saving the blue face

Some cheddar to blow that I cart away smoothly

Smoothly

Blending it up like a smoothie

Slide on your bitch like I'm Toosi

Dyme is a MOAB, I'm back on my kill streak

Demons are rising, I think I'll deposit my soul for some profit before I see coffins

I'm stalking these bitches who witnessed my murder spree

Friend of me, front of me, facts that we enemies now

Blood of some coward's still dripping right down my whole face

And the brow has been smothered in powder, It's covered in ashes

Load and then bash it, cover in plastic