MeLo-X - Wasteyout lyrics

[Verse 1] Lemonade, lemonade, I'm blowing up and I'm sipping on lemonade Tryna stay humble and not let it go to my head like I'm Kennedy Melo for president, so ahead I'm overlapping candidates My first lady is running sh** and I love when she overlap my candidate, ah Yeah, end of discussion, my n***as is bucking, they out of here, somethin' Enough with the bluffing, we causing concussions if you let it go to your head Don't let the fame get ya, don't let the fame k** ya Go hard but you so fake, I'm an ape, I go rilla f** the zookeeper, I'm a bow n***a, not an old n***a Not a young n***a, just grown n***a From the soil n***a, out the pot n***a I'm so hot I might boil n***as, wooh From the block, we were never spoiled n***a Nah, I'm talking that fish in the foil n***a, wooh Yeah, you see me grinding Yeah, you see me grinding Had to stop with the b**hin' and moanin' and all of the marijuanin' Now they whining and dining Number one song in the country Celly is blinging like diamonds I might just email Hov I might just be like “yo, [?] why you na try sign me yet?” You no see said ami am best pon de globe, woah Let me ease my flow, position myself like an easel, yo And watch how this thing go when you work real hard and you don't take notes No-no-no, no-no-no, no-notes Generate, generate, generate, all the respect that I generate Don't fall asleep on the hive, you don't hear all of them bumblebees? Buzzin' and buzzin' and buzzin', I kick in the door, time to regulate Me and the boo eatin' good Please stop looking at my dinner date Tryna speak the lingo, you ain't even Jamaican Sak pase map bule, you n***as ain't even Haitan Big up my Caribbean fans In the islands they loving the jam Que lo que paso my Dominicans Respect every immigrant pa**port At the border, that's what they ask for She so gorg', my jaw hit the damn floor I'm so hard, I guess it's the asphalt Oh my, oh my, oh my god I know you know you lost I gotta see the cost, I cannot [?] biracial model, nah Me need-ah Bigger bank account before me reach the grim reaper And this beat is k**ing my speaker You don't want war with the fam What you gon' do, call up your mans? sh** I'ma just call up Sharika, yeah yeah yeah No se, no se [Verse 2] You know I [?] But [?] k** a sound bwoy anytime I-I-yeah Yeah yeah yeah I hope karma ain't a b**h like they say ‘Cause I might make a few more enemies Bank account ain't nowhere near where it should be But I'm right where I should be Writing songs on the beach in Jamaica-aica-aica Wish my family could be here Thank god I have no fear of the future Only thing I'm scared of is being scared, yeah Do or die, El Shaddai, El Shaddai, El Shaddai Do or die, El Shaddai, El Shaddai, I and I Me I no waste yout, me no waste time, yeah Me I no waste yout, me no waste time, no son