Dwayne Wade Lyrics

When trouble comes knocking, I'll be ready, all right

With my fists up, ready to fight

But I don't wanna put my fists up every time

I don't wanna pull the heat like years ago

I don't wanna lose my head like here we go

Woah, woah, woah

Bad boy like Martin and Will

They say they hard?

Nah, Nebula's the hardest for real

Not a virgin but Virgin should give this artist a deal

No side dish, I won't sign for less than half of a mill'

I'm Saint Nick with the presents, Dominos with delivery

Never told a pair of lies, Everybody feelin' me

And you can tell when I step in the vicinity

My net worth is double you, That's why I'm on the winning team

Man, why you got a cap when you speak?

That's a touch childish like a Catholic priest

Fix up, look sharp when you're rapping with me

I'll keep spittin' long as Chawe playing crack in the beat

Dwayne Wade, how I stay with the heat

Shoot from the hip, I'm never facing defeat

I set the pace and repeat

I put beauty in my lyrics

So in other words, this Gaston tryna play with the beast

When trouble comes knocking, I'll be ready, alright

With my fists up, ready to fight

But I don't wanna put my fists up every time

I don't wanna pull the heat like years ago

I don't wanna lose my head like here we go

Woah Woah Woah

It's never about your setbacks, it's how you respond

No one who comes from the community that I have

Has ever left a legacy worth remembering by having it easy

All this pressure that I put on myself, it can't be healthy

They say that all this pressure makes diamonds, that's what they tell me

All my rapper friends been rapping like hell, we're looking wealthy

But they tell me I've been snapping myself like it's a selfie

Yeah, this world is really for the taking

The first verse that I've written in months, I got complacent

I was chasing everybody's admiration but mine

Caught up in all the trials and tribulations

Let's have it right though, ain't nobody catching up to me

And I got bars for any rapper think they fuck with me

Everything I write is decadent and luxury

My pen is a katana, you're about as sharp as cutlery, nigga

I'm not concerned about the next time

I'm here and now, really trying to live my best life

I need some fresh ice, down payment on a F-type

I'm mean on the mic, heartless like Kevin's ex-wife

You don't know what I did to get here

All of the walls I had to climb

All of the trials and tribulations

All of the strength I had to find

And it ain't gonna be easy as long as the sun still shines

I'm gonna make this whole world mine

Yeah, I'm gonna make this whole world mine