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WAIT ft. Southside Vic Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Figured it ironic
The closer I get to heaven
The closer I get to me - we
Skipping over the lesson's
The further we get from blessings
The more that we get to see - we
We need something that we can leverage
I feel that I'm getting better
Each second that I'm awake
Wait - wait
Though I'm conscious as I can be
I still feel I'm falling asleep
I can't keep on running in place
Wait - wait - wait - wait
Wait - wait
Why we shun the love
We be so quick to hate
Tried to help you eat
Why is yo hands in my plate
They gone big yo head up
Just to watch it deflate
Wait - wait
My challenge walking on necks not a crate
My challenge is having patience while I'm holding this weight
Wait - wait
They digging dirt up just to throw in yo face
How that taste
Okay let's elevate
This world ain't safe wait - give me that
Short term goals; you throw it, I throw this henny back
Who is him, I'm really that
Wait - wait - wait - wait
They look at my generation like the cartel
Shout out Goodz, I'm not good until I got new car smell
Even then I'm still anxious
Tryna count some real faces
Need a second I'm still thinking
Wait - wait - wait
Wait - ah
I was born on August third
The doctor say it should of been on August eighth
Even back then I let it be known that I'm not gone wait
Wait - my bitch was born on Halloween
For her I rock candy paint
Red dye number nine
Green dye number eight
Hold on baby let me paint this picture for you
I can't stare at nothing blank
She think she hit the lotto I can tell by how she running game
I am the lotto baby every week my number change
If you think its fun it ain't
People hit me up too much
I be showing love too much
My credit bad, I fucked it up
I bust a jug, I'm busta bust
They roped me in, its double dutch
If one jam, I double clutch
I gotta punch in, I got you
Ay - ay
Great shape, ran a mile
Stopped at my granny house
I'm probably on my eighth plate
My first words was eat - eat
My last words was can't wait
I'm coming nigga, I'm on my way - way
Wait - wait