Sorry 4 The Wait

Ain’t Nobody f-cking with me First degree murder, you can get your degree Motherf-cker And you ain’t gotta wonder ’bout me wonder woman Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Real nigga sh-t, p-ssy niggas gon hate Pound of the Kush call that b-tch pound cake I hit it from the back And make that b-tch about face And then I gotta split Im sorry baby, sour grapes She wine, baby dont leave I duck that bullsh-t, bob and weave Everybody tripping, but I ain’t never tripping Leave your ass flatter than my new television Im talking about money and the power Power and the money This sh-t is magic Stan Van Gundy Ima run this sh-t till im the last man runnin Mack light that sh-t, then pass that to me Young Money motherf-cker yeah We the sh-t, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis Dont love that b-tch, I f-cked that ho She pop X I smoke O’s tic-tac-toe And I stink cause I got alot of sh-t on my mind They say numbers dont lie, is that a 6 or a 9? I stand infront of the clock Cause im ahead of the time Knock your pussy ass off And send your head to your mom I ain’t playing with niggas, no sir not me And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird im free And the coupe transform, no Tyrese Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne? I’m somewhere inbetween joy and pain And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Got high as a b-tch and left my love on the ground Now ain’t that about a b-tch? It ain’t never about a b-tch Ill take your b-tch and make her everybody b-tch Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga Eagle street where the real niggas hung Ima rep that sh-t till Kingdom come Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts F-cking with me its blood, brains or guts F-ck yall for real though Sleep with the hammer under the pillow Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows Soon as I’m done peel off like velcro, Gone Baby im stoned, smoking on the strong Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook You can’t use that phone Stopped at the light and put my roof back on One time for the G’s, the niggas got it lock’d The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block The niggas on they P’s and Q’s Put your b-tch on the evening news Jumping in the game better read the rules High as a b-tch yeah thats me on the moon F-ck with me die soon, not late And Im sorry for the motherf-cking wait Tunechi