4THEWAIT Lyrics

Why they people be talkin' down on me

Really wanna be me

I'm that same young killa that was hoopin' on your fuckin' TV

And I know, I took some time, but I'm back from the dead

So I'm addressing all this lame shit that you niggas said

You can't make music like me, don't care who you askin

Came in the game, I didn't care about fame, I did this off of passion

Member nights before the yo wit Cid and Vic, man, I was trappin

Had a daughter on the way, I couldn't wait, man, I was stackin

Oh, Lord

Like, what the hell I got to lie about

I was young said I'ma gangsta, I ain't got no shit to cry bout

Had to cut some people off, cause they was fake it threw my vibe out

Life was beatin' my ass, I threw my hands, and called a timeout

But now I'm back to the basics, look at niggas' ugly faces

I knew they was hatin

Perpetrating heinous thoughts to try to get to my paper

Middle finger to them all, I'm laughin, now you cry later

For real, don't let that go over your head

My dawg made some mistakes, and now he sittin' for the fans

Back then when I would struggle, put my pain in fanta red

But now it's apple with the crown to keep my mind at rest

Use the cranberry for the potion

I be preachin' on these songs, these people beggin' for devotion

I felt like I was drownin, I was deep up in that ocean

And they say life a game, that's why it's hard sometimes to focus

Real eyes, realize, know I shoulda died

But I got spared a little time, put it in these rhymes

I put my head up to the sky, and I wonder why

Why the wait get so hard to survive, for real