Lyrics Wait a Minute - Minus

I'm on the grind, all the time, til they cut the check
Money talks, people walk, and you don't look so green no disrespect
How the fuck would I look if I talked like this when i told y'all to hit the deck
Roll into church like once a week, then pick right back up where the wicked left
Got a wicked left, ain't fit to stress, so I smoke a lot of weed I don't get depressed
Y'all get the gist, and I guess I just, might be on some shit, but no pixie dust
Don't zip me up, I got fifty bucks, in all ones in this bitch, who gonna get me up
I'm rolling with it, I'm codependent, y'all know this shit is just such a rush
I'm a get it while I can, I'm an animal attraction
Y'all get it wrong and I'm all in the action
Y'all get involved and I'm calling it practice
Anyway you cut it you couldn't cut it at rapping
I pee on these peons daily, and I could've shit too but I'm beyond lazy
Dabbed out had my lean all wavy, in the backyard huffing that Freon baby
Big booty bitches, run the world, and guess who can mention
They hug them curves like a new dimension, it's ludicrous I'm just too consistent
Who a'int shit, I'm just too convincing
I do what I do, when I'm through, my interest
Peaks through the roof, brand new, I guess it's
Hard to be cool, when you're too expensive

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What they waiting for
Tsunami the flow got waves of raw
Words so real it'll break your jaw
From impact, get em whacked, for they change and all
Hot shit, make their brain evolve, any flame involved
Couldn't hang in the range with God
Let my reign rain down, like I'm making ponds
Apply Pressure, the lecture, arranging pawns
Who's real, who's not
Lately I got, too crazy to box
Ooh baby, the look that they gave me, I'm hot
Like Arabian sun rays, thinking I'm Pac
Speak the message, reach for the keys confessing, beef with a beat connection
Down south had em lit, with the least expected emcee for the feast, with a fee injected
Y'all know the method, so in tune with that dope connection
I comb the room but I'm no detective, I hold the boom for my own protection
Told the truth but that's no confession, open session, solely the only section
Homies wreck it, brody there's no contesting, you can get it on the low like these phony X-Men
Get em with the motive, til they notice how we hold it, til the industry imploded
That's a victory to me it's unconditional I quoted, what I've mentally been noting, no defending it I'm open
Open ended with the venom, I can end em in a moment
They don't know it, but I'm probably the illest or the coldest
Two dimensional devoted, sentimental my opponents
A'int gon like it but I put it on my life, what you holding

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