Wait

Shoot
 Trust the fuckin' shooter
 Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
 So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
 While I'm out on my quest, love
 I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does
 Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
 Cause we only got like two toys a piece
 I ask my pops did he do more for me?
 He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
 And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
 Ha, I'm royalty
 I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
 Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
 Been in jail, no commissary or relief
 But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
 Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
 Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
 My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
 Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
 Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
 Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
 But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
 This might just be my defining moment, let them wait
 It's my time now, nigga; let them wait
 Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
 Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
 After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
 Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
 You scheme, I see right through ya
 I'm regal like a King Father, King as Zamunda
 One thing's for sure I think they do know
 That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
 We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
 We attempt to flatten into action
 With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
 I have no problem killing like sent assassins
 They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
 They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
 I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
 Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
 I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with Princess [?]
 My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
 And pen surpasses my Aston
 And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
 I fill my engine with acid
 With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
 I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
 I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
 Like a symbol, my symbol should be expensive glasses
 She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
 She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
 While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick -- let them wait
 Money all over the ground like Scotty fromNew Jack City, I weapon wave
 Everybody, step away
 They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school Now they wanna jump the line in my shows -- let them wait
 My whole life, they pressured me -- let them wait
 You rushin' me you rushin' excellence -- let them wait
 Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
 But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over -- let them wait
 It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
 Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
 Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
 After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait