Meek Mill - Wait is Over lyrics

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Meek Mill - Wait is Over lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Y'all n***as wanted me to go to jail right Y'all wished the judge gave me a lot of years didn't y'all f**ing haters What y'all going to do now Y'all can't k** me [Bridge: Meek Mill] The wait is over b**h I'm back Haters see my face and almost had a heart attack When they arrested me they was all with that But when they let me free they all went into cardiac [Interlude: DJ Drama] Its like our welcome home party You home, brought Meek home Philly we did it Flamerz [Bridge: Meek Mill] [Hook: Meek Mill] The wait is over, the wait is over Cooked crack I'm about to bubble like I'm baking soda Like I'm in the race but I'm chasing [?] Hottest in America ya I'm about to take it over [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Mr. Hottest in the United States Swagger on a million my flow be on outer space I'm snatching rapping n***as out their place Eenie meenie miney moe knock them all out of the way Hit that n***a Drake, call Wheezy up My n***as move them birds too call Jeezey up Ask them if they're playing ball see if they're cheap enough Pac-Man of the rap game, trail them all eat 'em up Get money play for gang green And my n***as get it too we're on the same team Had 100,000 fans when I was eighteen That's why these haters want to see me die like Beijing [Bridge + Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I was in the jail cell thinking about millions Talking about the game and when I touch it I'mma k** them Rapper keep an eye on your fans before I steal them Cause in the end I'mma win you n***as just the pilgrims Watch me, just wait 'til my sh** drop Be on a thousand tracks and never wait for a pit stop I'm hard body shooting straight for the big shot Audemar Piguet thirty piece for the wrist watch Ya, somebody call Kiss cause he'll watch me k** the game and say he never say sh** I put on for my city, make sure we all rich Open up the door and do some Biggie on some small sh** [Bridge + Hook: Meek Mill] [Outro: DJ Drama] Flamerz 3 baby, we home Matter fact I might get on my '95 '96 Dram sh** Throw the ski goggles on my head or something These the Louies though Meek you feel me