Waymore Lyrics

Can I spit for a minute

Head been spinning lately I've been drinking what I'm given

Crazy disposition I be solo in the kitchen

But I be tippy toe-in when we talk bout how it's splitting

And I be having 10 down moving different since they told me I'm the greatest in town

If you debating just because you've never played him or been told just how to rate him

This a chance to think right now

But shit it ain't a thing to me

I done rocked some stages had 'em waving like they out sea

When I play my latest I can see on niggas faces that I'm outta reach

Head been feeling weighted I just hope my parents proud of me

But my rug got some burn holes

I be dropping blunts

Hot box the room

Feel like a wormhole

Space boys yup I'm something like the colonel

Spit inferno paranormal Ricky known to bump your dermal

Back up in it

Ricky far from finished

To be honest I just started but been rapping for a minute

I'll admit it thought bout stopping I'm a natural born cynic

Mental wicked shit been shaking cause I pushed it to the limit

I can feel it

Got some verses that'll get the Buick tinted

Ricky never renting bought a crib and gotta a couple tenants

Hope you listen cause I know when niggas really on a mission

It be cloudy even when you know they fucking with the vision

Aight listen know that most missing

On my toes like Ali back when he rolled Liston

Added those senses now I'm used those

When I spit I make that hoe glisten

Like I'm super cold this is it

Thats like whole mission

Ya dig

Ricky grinding but I'm so pensive (Shit)

In a line up you should gone pick em (Yeh)

On track committing felonies

Flowing heavenly

Locked it down you gone tell on me