[Chorus: beez.]
They wonder
When my time gon' come?
No more wait!
f*ck the hold up
I've been practicing the pull-up
Found the bounce, the mattress fuller
They tryn' spring up off some shoulders
I f*ck with a bunch real ones
When I'm gone they say it's real here
Man they always tell me go'on get it
Go'on, go'on get it
Best advice I got was go'on get it
Go'on go'on get it
Bet the n*ggas round me with it
I'ma hold it down for them
Cause all these n*ggas hardly genuine
[Verse 1: beez.]
Never worried bout the fashion
Only worry how its fashioned
Only worried bout the passion
Only family and the faction
Wanted me for a commercial
Sir I do not do no acting
Jon be whippin in the Acura
Man sometimes I feel I'm crashing
But that thing feel like heaven
& yea she gon' get it
Yea she get it
Get it like she left the check
Dont confuse me n*gga, hit the line direct
Thought you was the plug
But I can't find connection
'Tween you and the dope
I Treat the boards like sh*t was a stove
I'm dodging folks like I got it on me
Like I might do a bid for these quotes
Guess we both out here tryna hit a quota
I've been more motivated
Paranoid though
I've been driving myself crazy
Tryna make it perfect
No such thing as perfect
Working really just won't without a purpose
Still Itch to scratch the surface
Might flood the gates with the waaave let em surf it
My n*ggas deserve it
You haters gon' deserve it
They wonder when my time gon' come