[Intro]
sh**
I'm waved
(No days off)
I'm on a different wave right now [?]
Twenty two
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they all try find out where my crib at
Man have sold fugazzi they [?] with that
It's just vibes, n***a relax
Man have said they married to the game, where the carriage and the ring at?
Must've missed the service, man you choose flames, man you should turn it
I could turn your setting to a furnace
And I could turn 'em vexed I see them burning
Judging like they Judy also jury for the verdict
I'm certain
I bet they wish they didn't doubt, innit
They can cry me a river, then drown in it
(No days off)
[?] with the flow, so bounce with it
But when I hit it [?] like a child writ it
Alchemist
Three or four donnies pa**ing round a piff
I couldn't count the sh**
Was never thinking that my writings would've mailed to this
Had to separate my sound from the counterfeit, yo
But they all worry cause we winners
Or probably cause they missing all their suppers and their dinners
They must think I'm monkeys out here running with gorillas
I'm just tryin' make sure I'm comfy all my summers and my winters
Brushing off the splinters
Working like a slave
Tied some commas to my figures
Struggled to devil us
I don't think I've slept in like two days
Twenty two candles getting lit
I need [?]
I told them if they hear this it's too late
n***as switching gears
New year and a new wave
Black hoodie on like I'm Luke Cage
Bulletproof rappers wear shackles
Fiasco like Lupe
In my brown leather
I told her we can fly back to mine if it sounds better
Screaming 'ciao bella'
They switch around words to sound clever
I bring a different sound
Gotta lick 'em down like a brown leather
Man this sh**'s been wild ever since I blew out my last cake
Bunch of binominals from past mates
The ones I had to pfeiffer them to listen to a thing on my last tape
Now everybody fam like they was given my last name (For real)
They do it for the glamour and the fame
While I was taking no's just to manage a change
I'm the calm before the storm
They couldn't handle in the rain
I just thank the Lord I got [?] a candle in my cake, ayy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, I have my wrest @:ing wrong
Running up the stairs like Sylvester Stallone
I told them take the shaky energy home
More life born knights
Say they get me
Boy ain't getting me though, yo
All my life I've been the diamond of dirt
Wavy from the babies
What I write on my hearse?
The man are tryin' to put their hands in the works
They ain't f**in' with my hustle
Made them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word
(Them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word)
(Made them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word)