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Larry June

Aye Wait

 

Aye Wait

(album: Larry Bird - 2015)


I remember niggas talking down like
"He'll never make it out the hood"
I'm never going Hollywood, but the rap game get it understood
Calculate my steps, discipline myself, achieving higher wealth
Went through the pain, did it by myself
Started in the Bay, sent the bitch to Reno, then I killed Vegas
Look at all these chains wrapped around my neck
But I'm not a slave
I'm a boss, I need my costs, I'm not a rap hoe
Fuck a show, I'm catting off, I don't wanna go

I need ten bands, twenty bands, thirty bands
I'm in a minivan on the interstate with hella Xan
You a house nigga, the type of nigga that be pillow talking
I'm a whip-copper, designer-rocker, God damn
I'm the same nigga, I'll never change, fuck fame
I got a $100K in my backpack, I'm on the martyr train
I gotta blend in, maneuver through the faith, had to elevate
Condo out the way, had to play it safe
Damn

Loading up the ammunition, everything I'm doing, bruh, I manifested
I'm paranoid, I think they watching me
Grab the choppa out the kitchen
.40 on my waist, I'm at Whole Foods, I just did a plate
I move a lil' different, I should do a documentary, my life is crazy
Trapping off the iPhone, turned that bitch into a [?] scale
Presidential with the face on it, I pray to God I don't go back to jail
I'm a motherfucking legend, hoe, hit the road, I put 'em in a mill
They swagga-jackin to these bitches, they be catting
Send the bitch like UPS package
Riding 'round in my undo, 'cause the knarks looking for my black [?]
Put a navigation on a pack incase a nigga bullshitting, light the AK
I'm a real nigga, I don't bite my tongue
With no hesitation kick a bitch out
She run back to you, you take the bitch back
And then you kiss the bitch with the dick-mouth
Took a big loss, but I bounced back
My connect hit me for 'bout five racks
Then my [?] blue on my black Beamer
You know they waxed a nigga for 'bout ten racks
It cost to be the boss, nigga, is you ready?
If you get some time, nigga, is you tellin'?
Take it like a man
If I die tonight, baby, would you care? Help me understand

done

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