WAGDM

Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute I think I'm back in my bag Time to go back in the lab Keep on rebuilding the pad Never go tell what I have Keep it on silent, the violence is bad Filling the barrels with crabs Fishing for futile collabs I guess I was wishing for racks How I end up with Shaq Showing up dressed as Kazaam like I think I'm back to the raps Back to what is it I can Back to the shit that I slap Told them I'm back in a flash Never go chasing the cash Run too fast like I'm flash Always a bit of pizazz Y'all couldn't ever surpass My stack of bodies I left in the past I think I'm back in my bag Time to go back in the lab Keep on rebuilding the pad Never go tell what I have Keep it on silent, the violence is bad Filling the barrels with crabs Fishing for futile collabs I guess I was wishing for racks How I end up with Shaq Showing up dressed as Kazaam like Now it's time to do the work Stepping out on Mother Earth Reckon, y'all don't know your worth Wrecking yourself on a search Fly like a bird on a perch I wasn't trying to be first I wasn't trying to go surf But I'm so wavey, that the shit just works Now he the top of the chain Now they all know his name Now they all sound the same Rolling to spots on a plane This shit is kind of insane Oh, all the pleasure, the pain Leaving a job that pay 50k All for a try that doesn't equate Or leave any promise you're gonna make all of the bank Woke up in the afternoon Around 20 past two Thought about a lot of shit I had to do But the sad news is that really was a sample Of what it'd be like if I trampled and Ran to my dreams and I hear them all clap slow Like damn he bad though No worries all your concerns Are leaving my skin with the burns I'm walking like I'm Mr. Burns Never go tell what you earn Keep all that shit to the curb Yeah Keep all that shit to the curb Yeah (Yeah) Keep all that shit to the curb I think I'm back in my bag Time to go back in the lab Keep on rebuilding the pad Never go tell what I have Keep it on silent, the violence is bad Filling the barrels with crabs Fishing for futile collabs I guess I was wishing for racks How I end up with Shaq Showing up dressed as Kazaam like Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a Got damn minute I think I'm back in my bag Time to go float to the lab Back in the day when I'd hit up the slabs Using the wax Now I am grinding on tracks This shit is mad How he gon' keep on the smash Throwing 'em all in the trash Going right back to my stash Got to go back to my flask Couple of sips and I'm feeling relaxed Hitting the X like a treasure of maps Sipping on Jameson ready to clash Couple of 40's, I think I'ma crash Olde English, always keep it on tap Just wish they served it in a glass I think I'm back in my bag Time to go back in the lab Keep on rebuilding the pad Never go tell what I have Keep it on silent, the violence is bad Filling the barrels with crabs Fishing for futile collabs I guess I was wishing for racks How I end up with Shaq Showing up dressed as Kazaam like