(I heard we got that shit you waiting on X 7)

[Hook] x2

I heard we got that shit you waiting on

A deep breath, release pressure

Now the weight is gone

The weight is gone

The weight is gone

Play it day to day and fade away

After they change the song

[Verse 1]

I bet you wonder why we stay procrastinating when

That shit's American as artificial flavouring

Put some money in the game

You better pay to win

I hate it when you gotta defend everything

You say to them

I heard the best defense is a great offense

I got my bases in the place covered

From A to Zed

Been trying to separate myself from all my jaded friends

But dap 'em when I see 'em just to keep 'em motivated, man

I done seen a hundred rappers' buzz come and go

Like nerds running home

Before they lunch money stole

This year I'm eating 'til the motherfucking tummy swole

Loving how these dummies don't know I'm in their honey hole

Huh, I heard my music wasn't cool enough

How come the count at every show I throw keep moving up?

How come you ain't getting a half of how they viewing us?

How come you switching up your sound

When we just out here doing us?

Huh?

While you didn't pay attention

I went and gathered an army with too many names to mention

Ain't waiting on fame to set in

Stay in my cave to vent

When I exit it once a month, it's to hustle and pay the rent, yeah

[Hook] x2

[Verse 2]

I'm back and forth with my cigarette quitting fit

And since I can't figure out bigger debt-cisions

Been getting rid of lingering women

Like I might be growing up, but never think to admit it

Shit, it's funny how the time flies

And how it never quite feels like the time's right

It's real life over rap life

And that's fine I just hit my prime

And I started back in nine-nine

Damn, ninety-nine, what the fuck?

I aged gracefully

It's probably cause I never felt the need to play make-believe

Been honest to a fault and pace patiently

If nothing ever comes, I'm still grateful where it's taken me

Cause even if it all just ends

I still met a couple gents that I can call best friends

But, don't get it twisted

I sit and think of the dipshitted things that I did

And get pissed and my jaw gets clenched, man

The pathway to past-tense is, "Never get it done."

I'm halfway to has-been, but yet I never was

If you waiting on a moment, it won't ever come

Ain"t no half stepping, I'm guessing that you better run

[Hook]

Yeah, I heard we got that shit you waiting on

A deep breath, release pressure

Now the weight is gone

The weight is gone

The weight is gone

Mark didn't like the beat

I said, "Fuck it," and made a song

Yeah