(I heard we got that shit you waiting on X 7)

[Hook] x2
I heard we got that shit you waiting on
A deep breath, release pressure
Now the weight is gone
The weight is gone
The weight is gone
Play it day to day and fade away
After they change the song

[Verse 1]
I bet you wonder why we stay procrastinating when
That shit's American as artificial flavouring
Put some money in the game
You better pay to win
I hate it when you gotta defend everything
You say to them
I heard the best defense is a great offense
I got my bases in the place covered
From A to Zed
Been trying to separate myself from all my jaded friends
But dap 'em when I see 'em just to keep 'em motivated, man
I done seen a hundred rappers' buzz come and go
Like nerds running home
Before they lunch money stole
This year I'm eating 'til the motherfucking tummy swole
Loving how these dummies don't know I'm in their honey hole
Huh, I heard my music wasn't cool enough
How come the count at every show I throw keep moving up?
How come you ain't getting a half of how they viewing us?
How come you switching up your sound
When we just out here doing us?
Huh?
While you didn't pay attention
I went and gathered an army with too many names to mention
Ain't waiting on fame to set in
Stay in my cave to vent
When I exit it once a month, it's to hustle and pay the rent, yeah
[Hook] x2

[Verse 2]
I'm back and forth with my cigarette quitting fit
And since I can't figure out bigger debt-cisions
Been getting rid of lingering women
Like I might be growing up, but never think to admit it
Shit, it's funny how the time flies
And how it never quite feels like the time's right
It's real life over rap life
And that's fine I just hit my prime
And I started back in nine-nine
Damn, ninety-nine, what the fuck?
I aged gracefully
It's probably cause I never felt the need to play make-believe
Been honest to a fault and pace patiently
If nothing ever comes, I'm still grateful where it's taken me
Cause even if it all just ends
I still met a couple gents that I can call best friends
But, don't get it twisted
I sit and think of the dipshitted things that I did
And get pissed and my jaw gets clenched, man
The pathway to past-tense is, "Never get it done."
I'm halfway to has-been, but yet I never was
If you waiting on a moment, it won't ever come
Ain"t no half stepping, I'm guessing that you better run
[Hook]

Yeah, I heard we got that shit you waiting on
A deep breath, release pressure
Now the weight is gone
The weight is gone
The weight is gone
Mark didn't like the beat
I said, "Fuck it," and made a song
Yeah