"Waitin" lyrics
Spittin' heat like I ate a ghost pepper
You better get back to packing or I'll leave your head severed
This shit to me isn't rapping, it's composing a set made of letters
And everybody know that I'm blowing up next winter
This is something to consider, I'm sinister, spitting sicker than anyone with a trigger
My tongue is just quick as silver
Army meets up for dinner looking at the bigger picture
I'm slicker than everybody sitting and waiting up for the industry
I'm uplifting everybody in with me
You and all your friends consider watch while I just kill a beat
I'm supposed to be the quiet kid, lucky that my mic is logic
Girl is always tryna bluff, she's piping up, I pipe her down
Tell me if you dig my style, wait I still don't give a fuck
I've been past the stage where I want to know if I'm good enough
Everybody talks a lot I got my fans I'm purely skilled and surely you can tell
I'm set to kill if you don't make the chop
A pen and I'm set to go
I'm thinking that you should know
I'm killing that lo-fi sound
I could kill it a lil bit more
They say care about my grades while I say they should learn to trust
That I am gonna make a lot and they gonna have to make it up
I'm tired of liars and disbelievers what'd they doubt
I'm an overachiever reaching levels up with the clout
Man I'm sure that you don't see here what the hell I'm talking about
And if not then treat my name like a dick and keep it at your mouth
I've been grinding for a year, surprised to hear that I'm still waiting
Never hesitate to make a plate don't stay I'm steady pacing rapping
Heavy weight I'm an underdog but it's your chance
But I'll let the music do the talking
Play the record, play the dance
Just some stuff I wrote
I been drawing with a loaded pen
This that type of song where you just wash, repeat and rinse again
You can use a stencil then
Every poem in my mind is just some frilly stuff that promotes the kid
It's like the bars been on their loopy loop
Got me screaming woopdidoo
I'm never inspired to ever truly make a newer tune
Give a damn about opinions
Got me saying who is you
Hopped in on our way just like a train going chu chu
But that's old habits, that's all that matters I wrote it and showed it to Halberd
Released it up in a package
I've been worried bout stacking and they just wanna attack me
I'm on the ground for the planet
But until then I'm just still waiting
You better get back to packing or I'll leave your head severed
This shit to me isn't rapping, it's composing a set made of letters
And everybody know that I'm blowing up next winter
This is something to consider, I'm sinister, spitting sicker than anyone with a trigger
My tongue is just quick as silver
Army meets up for dinner looking at the bigger picture
I'm slicker than everybody sitting and waiting up for the industry
I'm uplifting everybody in with me
You and all your friends consider watch while I just kill a beat
I'm supposed to be the quiet kid, lucky that my mic is logic
Girl is always tryna bluff, she's piping up, I pipe her down
Tell me if you dig my style, wait I still don't give a fuck
I've been past the stage where I want to know if I'm good enough
Everybody talks a lot I got my fans I'm purely skilled and surely you can tell
I'm set to kill if you don't make the chop
A pen and I'm set to go
I'm thinking that you should know
I'm killing that lo-fi sound
I could kill it a lil bit more
They say care about my grades while I say they should learn to trust
That I am gonna make a lot and they gonna have to make it up
I'm tired of liars and disbelievers what'd they doubt
I'm an overachiever reaching levels up with the clout
Man I'm sure that you don't see here what the hell I'm talking about
And if not then treat my name like a dick and keep it at your mouth
I've been grinding for a year, surprised to hear that I'm still waiting
Never hesitate to make a plate don't stay I'm steady pacing rapping
Heavy weight I'm an underdog but it's your chance
But I'll let the music do the talking
Play the record, play the dance
Just some stuff I wrote
I been drawing with a loaded pen
This that type of song where you just wash, repeat and rinse again
You can use a stencil then
Every poem in my mind is just some frilly stuff that promotes the kid
It's like the bars been on their loopy loop
Got me screaming woopdidoo
I'm never inspired to ever truly make a newer tune
Give a damn about opinions
Got me saying who is you
Hopped in on our way just like a train going chu chu
But that's old habits, that's all that matters I wrote it and showed it to Halberd
Released it up in a package
I've been worried bout stacking and they just wanna attack me
I'm on the ground for the planet
But until then I'm just still waiting
