Lyrics:
the little wasteman
Didn't clock it?
Shut up! Movement DVD! Don't get it twisted
Representer bRAP!
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch, big up Ghetts
Dun know
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that be
Cause of the shit that's been thrown at me?
Or am I just a little
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Who's next to flip on that cat
With that grip on rap
The most shady, Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in DC at Howard Homecoming
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
strangers look in faces
And see somebody there they knew
You might meet me tomorrow
As all the lights are blooming green
And you're feeling a little
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
the nuts too
Bound to get the spinkles
While we, is more vivid than digital TV
All live, feel me like burgundy DVD
Eat 'em like mango, follow how the slang
is my gear
It's my only possession
And music's my passion
I'm moving to the top. Step by step
The wheel keeps on turning for me
And if you want to stab
man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
And my man Cool V, a rocks the house why'all
Ah to the beat why'all, you don't
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
time the skeng burst, no more laughter
Them man can't laugh with me
Or fist me, one man soldier
If I'm in danger, turn into a gymnastic with
A little
celebrate like it's a sweet sixteen
I know a young little homie trynna get like me
But they don't really know about the times I weep ay
I put the 3 on my back
lonely
I got no disdain for Ms pain
She leave me love letters sealed with a kiss
Lipstick stains on the mirror
She help me see things a little clearer
it on ice
That bitch on me
Filled my head with lies
Sold me a dream
Promised paradise
The good life
Takes sacrifice
Now a these days
You ain't by my
you're changing me
Like a CD player, changing DVDs
Cause you changed on me
Like a TikTok trend change of POV
You said you hate how much you like me
But
time off rest a little meditate
Me n the fam gone celebrate
It's all good baby gotta work to elevate
And when you win some don't forget to celebrate
Take
Ay ay ay ay ay!
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never
grandad had taught me
stay out the way & take care of all of my offspring
By any means
created reality niggas keep wishin I die wit a dream,
supplyin
Born in the belly of the beast who would think
Little me would be lucky as the forth clover leaf
Black wolf tryna move through a herd full of sheep
bunk up in juvie hall
Woke up in the pen. Time flies. Not a dream at all
And now the tables turned. Grew up like a weed plant
Sittin in the ghetto. No
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