Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wait, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Wait |
| Shoot… |
| Trust the fuckin' shooter |
| Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does |
| So I play to the tune of my own eardrum |
| While I’m out on my quest, love |
| I don’t speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does |
| Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep |
| Cause we only got like two toys a piece |
| I ask my pops did he do more for me? |
| He said «yes, I got you clothes and heat |
| And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth» |
| Ha, I’m royalty |
| I took whoopin’s, I took losses, but no defeats |
| Been dropped, and been shelved with no release |
| Been in jail, no commissary or relief |
| But God looks over me like a cross and rosary |
| Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won’t hesitate |
| Writes on the cans in the cabinet «section eight» |
| My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape |
| Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base |
| Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook |
| Conference calls from record labels, guess I’m late |
| But, my other son’s autistic, he wants my attention |
| This might just be my defining moment, let them wait |
| It’s my time now, nigga; |
| let them wait |
| Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; |
| let them wait |
| Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile |
| After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; |
| let them wait |
| Wait, I’m here for that green, for that mula |
| You scheme, I see right through ya |
| I’m regal like a Akeem, father King of Zamunda |
| One thing’s for sure I think they do know |
| That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno |
| We don’t play no games, no, we play sumo |
| We attempt to flatten into action |
| With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers |
| I have no problem killing like sent assassins |
| They temper’s bad when my temper’s graphic |
| They hide or they fly while I’m high and flyer |
| I’m intergalactic, I’ve been spectacular |
| Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic |
| I’m in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches |
| My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion |
| And pen surpasses my Aston |
| And leave a skid road in the street like I’m into smackin' |
| I fill my engine with acid |
| With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes |
| I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted |
| I’m like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes |
| Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses |
| She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did |
| She callin' me back-to-back for a second date |
| While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick. |
| let them wait |
| Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave |
| Everybody, step away |
| They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school |
| Now they wanna jump the line in my shows. |
| let them wait |
| My whole life, they pressured me. |
| let them wait |
| You rushin' me you rushin' excellence. |
| let them wait |
| Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on |
| But I’m a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over. |
| let them wait |
| It’s my time now, nigga, let them wait |
| Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait |
| Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile |
| After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; |
| let them wait |