Wow (Prod. Nuri) (Verse 1: Mighty Geinus) I got over a decade of decadence that's why I'm close to the Edge p**y n***a you ain't relevent, or eating like when your momma ask if you got McDonalds money Put your pen versus my sword I bet I win, got a quater of a mil on it More like a quarter itself, ain't making enough money for n***as to say I changed Hop off my dick, y'all swing on balls more than Wimbledon Me and Fine$$ throwin L's, and me and $w@nk more real than 2Pac's Hollowgram Sickly, hack and coughing up blood on every track for the crack I sell Every verse is dope, I move a kilo with a mixtape Imagine what I do with an album But for the moment we just wanna stack money to Big Nick shoulder's, break and split residuals like James Harden do n***as ankles and LeBron with double teams More flows than the 7 seas, and when you see Sejla tell her I caught way more than feelings for her, but with that being said I don't know if we will ever be more than close friends But either way she the bae, I got soft spot for her gorgeous face but that a** is a whole 'nother handful of conversation And when she hear this song I hope she f**in hate it, cause I said her name and got personal with the lines and sh** (Interlude:) Damn I don't know what to say If your listening um.. Hey DM me (Verse 2: Mighty Geinus) I don't mean to offend I'm just trying to win Break bread with the team Get something to eat Squad up in the city Put n***as in fear You said you hate me but I don't really f**ing care She say she love me I know Your daughter loves me I know I'm n***a you hate, to f**in love Got more than tears on my sleeve Ink prints on my knees, from praying for money I need more dollars than Bill, open Gates to the Heavens Seal my fate to my maker Tell the girl in my dreams that I love her And open my door for opportunities lost chasing these women These area codes come epuipped with hand grenades for souls Don't get no love wherever I go Well atleast now you know Wow