Omito Beats - Wavy lyrics

[Verse 1: Rawlin$] Man the motherf**ing booth's a mess, rudimentary how I do these steps The dude be thinking dudes was deaf cause he could hear the music best I'm gonna have my whole cla** arguing 'bout who knew him best But man I leave no room for the stress cause there's barely room for suggestions I spit with ruthless aggression, life is usually hectic But in any situation know I'm coming correct Man, you messing with the squad will be your only regret We just full of potential, with a flow that's infectious Take a puff of the potent and get flown to the nexus I had to phone your promoter and tell 'em give it a rest Only wrote to impress and that's when it started unravelling Typically if we're with David foreign borders get travelled Now we packing all our rations up dashing Mac back to Canada Smoking pot rambling hoping to make some anthems up Preparing for the day we finally make it and the cameras come Gotta do it by the time the homie Chino home; the ante's up [Verse 2: Rawlins$] And now I'm done with the bullsh**, screaming f** all the haters Cause I know that when we hit you'll all be scheming for paper I'm chasing safety and greatness, want a crib where the lake is I'm only locally famous but hope to travel the states Right now I'm musically focused, with a pa**ion for payment At any moment I'll be down to drop a stack for the plane Laying hits that leave these brave players out for the game If you don't catch me at home then I'm probably out for the game Crowd loud as the flame is found on the crowd that I came with They like "Your sound is amazing" but we just tell 'em it's cake Jay like, "really it's nothing" and it's not up for debate It's obvious that we're hungry there's never food on our plate Never too much to take on just like we sweeping the Lakers I'm making moves to the top and then take it straight to the lane And if I'm brutally honest I'm out to ruin your name But if you grew up where I came from you'd be doing the same [Verse 3: Jay Knapp] I got a bragging-right addiction, and I've been getting faded Off the crack that I've been spitting on these tracks with Bryce and since then Like a satellite I'm lifted, and they just back away I tell 'em that's the right decision because Knapp might have to get 'em I been hungry...and I finally found me some good beats You all see what I once was but me I see what I could be Where I'm snapping like it's some poetry, and they clapping like it's a good speech Me and B don't fight much but I push him and he push me ...that's just what we have to do I don't need to lie about it that's just what these rappers do They the ones to talk about it we the ones it happens to A couple chapters into this adventure that I'm adding to Not once did my story change, y'all remember the stormy days? The hurricanes and the hailstorms when I stood soaked in the pouring rain? How many plans did we formulate? How many nights recording late? How many times did we k** tracks and were still snapping when the morning came? I can't afford to wait, I got more to make, the next cover is the door in paint I'm reflecting back on the glory days...on the glory daze When I made more and I saved more And I ate more and I weighed more When I talked less and I prayed more But I still got what I prayed for: one chance