(I heard we got that sh** you waiting on X 7)
[Hook] x2
I heard we got that sh** you waiting on
A deep breath, release pressure
Now the weight is gone
The weight is gone
The weight is gone
Play it day to day and fade away
After they change the song
[Verse 1]
I bet you wonder why we stay procrastinating when
That sh**'s American as artificial flavouring
Put some money in the game
You better pay to win
I hate it when you gotta defend everything
You say to them
I heard the best defense is a great offense
I got my bases in the place covered
From A to Zed
Been trying to separate myself from all my jaded friends
But dap 'em when I see 'em just to keep 'em motivated, man
I done seen a hundred rappers' buzz come and go
Like nerds running home
Before they lunch money stole
This year I'm eating 'til the motherf**ing tummy swole
Loving how these dummies don't know I'm in their honey hole
Huh, I heard my music wasn't cool enough
How come the count at every show I throw keep moving up?
How come you ain't getting a half of how they viewing us?
How come you switching up your sound
When we just out here doing us?
Huh?
While you didn't pay attention
I went and gathered an army with too many names to mention
Ain't waiting on fame to set in
Stay in my cave to vent
When I exit it once a month, it's to hustle and pay the rent, yeah
[Hook] x2
[Verse 2]
I'm back and forth with my cigarette quitting fit
And since I can't figure out bigger debt-cisions
Been getting rid of lingering women
Like I might be growing up, but never think to admit it
sh**, it's funny how the time flies
And how it never quite feels like the time's right
It's real life over rap life
And that's fine I just hit my prime
And I started back in nine-nine
Damn, ninety-nine, what the f**?
I aged gracefully
It's probably cause I never felt the need to play make-believe
Been honest to a fault and pace patiently
If nothing ever comes, I'm still grateful where it's taken me
Cause even if it all just ends
I still met a couple gents that I can call best friends
But, don't get it twisted
I sit and think of the dipsh**ted things that I did
And get pissed and my jaw gets clenched, man
The pathway to past-tense is, "Never get it done."
I'm halfway to has-been, but yet I never was
If you waiting on a moment, it won't ever come
Ain"t no half stepping, I'm guessing that you better run
[Hook]
Yeah, I heard we got that sh** you waiting on
A deep breath, release pressure
Now the weight is gone
The weight is gone
The weight is gone
Mark didn't like the beat
I said, "f** it," and made a song
Yeah