Sorry 4 The Wait

Verse Ain't Nobody fucking with me First degree murder, you can get your degree Motherfucker And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake I hit it from the back And make that bitch about face And then I gotta split I'm sorry baby, sour grapes Bridge She wine, baby don't leave I duck that bullshit, bob and weave Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping Leave your ass flatter than my new television I'm talking about money and the power Power and the money This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin Mack light that shit, then pass that to me Young Money motherfucker yeah We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? I stand infront of the clock Cause I'm ahead of the time Knock your pussy ass off And send your head to your mom Verse I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me And they can't blindfold what my third eye see Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free And the coupe transform, no Tyrese Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne? I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground Bridge Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch Backed up by a bunch of ass brothaa And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha Eagle street where the real brothas hung Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts Fuck yall for real though Sleep with the hammer under the pillow Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone. baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook You can't use that phone Stopped at the light and put my roof back on Verse One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block The brothas on they P's and Q's Put your bitch ass on the evening news Jumping in the game better read the rules High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon Fuck with me die soon, not late And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait Tunechi