Pope D'or - That's Wa**up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Wa**up, wa**up) Yeah (Wa**up) [Verse 1: Wiser Observer] Tell them you're a rapper and they'll ask you were you going They say the money flow don't come from flowing Bible speaks, you reap deep what you're sowing So I keep flowing like the streams, keep my trees on growing You can leave, you can stay, Imma keep on going You can laugh you can mock, Imma keep on showing Every rapper, every artist, every parent, every coward, every power, every tower every minute of the hour I am hashtag Hage and so is my president Hashtag bep, that's a shout out where my money went Might not make a milli, like my n***a P Diddy But I'm hoping that the see me just, trying to set a precedent And Lord God keep me safe on my path I surrender my plans 'Cos you gave me the plan You can ask every man, who's a rapper or fan With some work and some prayer that you can [Hook: Wiser Observer & Benjamin Brukman] x2 Wiser bra? Wa**up? How you doing, man, wa**up? Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting, gotta keep rhyming that's wa**up Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying, gotta keep riding that's wa**up Gotta keep shinging that's wa**up Gotta keep flying that's wa**up [Verse 2: Wiser Observer] I've been rapping for a minute So these rappers will never catch me slipping Tripping These rappers tripping on my spitting Step up to me, you gon' end up missing Spent my whole high school wishing For a better life, better skies better kites You never thought the boy from your high school cla**es (Tuma raps?) Thick books, thick gla**es would ever end up rapping I could never get a girl's time of day Now they asking, "Hi, Tuma. What time today?" I'm not saying that I'm big enough or balling up, but k**ing other rappers makes you confident Now it's cigarettes, Ciroc and Cinderellas I spit, I rain, Rihanna, man, umbrellas They all doubt 'till the music they taste it Then it's like, "sh**, motherf**er might make it" [Hook: Wiser Observer & Benjamin Brukman] x2 Wiser bra? Wa**up? How you doing, man, wa**up? Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting, gotta keep rhyming that's wa**up Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying, gotta keep riding that's wa**up Gotta keep shining that's wa**up Gotta keep flying that's wa**up [Verse 3: Wiser Observer] And some days I don't want to write I like, old series on tv, my onsie, my beanie and turning up at night I might, get the urge to give up on the fight But streaming NamTV, my favourite CDs got me acting right Got me writing lyrics all night Flowing's in my genes, but the jeans small so the flow so tight Grinding, writing, rhyming 'till I'm getting paid right Till these n***as can't measure up, checking their heights Still waiting on blowing up like dynamite Big crowds, hand throwing up, turning up right Club lights, drinks pouring up Dark-skinned queens showing up Light-skinned queens showing up Turning mainstream 'till my fans had enough 'Till they say they miss the old me "Wiser's music was free Now he raps about gee and Gs and Mercedes" Woah, I can't wait for growing up [Outro: Wiser Observer] Not as deep this time