Weight for It Lyrics

I don’t got to pay for beats

Rap cost, Hip-hop is free

Ain’t trying to prove a point, I’m trying to part the sea

I sleep through they opinions knowing that God sent me

The type of shit you wait in line to see

Life reminds you of my content constantly

Studio time is cheap

They say I need to be heard, they tell me mine is free

So I just put it on wax

It’s up to you what you do after that

Never worried about the streams and the plaques

Got confrontations with the whites and the blacks

Don’t tell me just to chill and relax

My whole life I been a victim to the stats

Daddy gone, which exposed me to crack

Everybody sold drugs, only few learned to stack

And I’m, warm hearted in my past life

Til a cop read my last rights

Midnight in a cell trying to pass knifes

Back then, only given bad advice

Evert bitch I ever had in my past nice

With a mean streak

Pretty boy the only nigga make her knees weak

Say she thought I was cocky but now I seem meek

Bitch, have you seen me

Aye, aye what they say

Pretty Bey, you say the album on the way

Aye, wait for it

Cop killings and the hood’s still healing, in the meantime pray for us

Wait for it

Any day for it

Free to the fans but make the record labels pay for it

Wait for it, wait for it

Now I got this shit sounding like an encore

Stay for it

This shit remind me of a Jay chorus

The labels never set a date for us

But, the big homies made a way for us

Wait for it, wait for it

Swear to God, my own funeral, I’m late for it

Told them hating niggas wait for it

They say they waiting, I say wait more

Fuck all that fronting, I’m being straight forward

What I say that the streets couldn’t say for us

The shooters jumping over gates for us

Convicted felon and the waist got a weight for it

Street nigga, ain’t no Grammys for my category

I sold grams to your granny, it’s a sad story

But, I never revisit my past mourning

Cause I brought it glory

Rose out the concrete, they rooting for me

Remember niggas sold weight for me

Call me saying, Brodie do you got a play for me

If it ain’t about the money then I ain’t coming

Same nigga on the block when the rain coming

All this money got the pain numbing

Adrenaline rushing and veins jumping

Had nothing and became something

Da, da, da, ah, wait for it