Waiting

Lyrics

Everybody seems to be doing so good When you're all waiting Wheel spins outside my room Cause I'm waiting Oh, waiting, waiting Oh, waiting for my turn Everybody seems to be doing so good When you're all waiting Wheel spins outside my room Cause I'm waiting Oh, waiting, waiting Oh, just the way you learn Now if I'm waiting, I gotta keep livin' right Experience can make you change overnight Well let me get the fullest of this here life And let it create the fabric for your appetite While I cut and sew tailor fit designer shit For your soul, designer music I represent The struggle, the party and light in me A little drugs never hurt gonna light that shit Used to spend my time worrying, always in a hurrying Tryin' not to bury them New sneakers that I bought What they're paying for this canvas with no question or thought, oh Everybody seems to be doing so good When you're all waiting Wheel spins outside my room Cause I'm waiting Oh, waiting, waiting Oh, waiting for my turn Yeah, uh, now what I'm doing, waiting if I ain't moving Pushin' on cruise I control and I'm choosing The dub over losses, workers to the bosses Hustle with no off switch, dreams as hostage Ransom for their heart, what we do is art From the start we've been pure, light up in the dark But if you don't go for it The next man will so you gotta flurry I let it pass you by Let us discuss the evaluation of self Self definition Swagged out nigga with testosterone heavy You're a bad bitch pulse this child for oestro, woah The epitome of fresh though Either way I claim mine Every day is a challenge to outdo the previous 24 Stay nifty, gifted that still imbues you to the sidelines I'm no squatter, dollar sign Greater than these pessimistic assholes hatin' on my sunshine I gotta lotta goals in these foreign lands These cards in my hand will be played with precision I didn't do the dealing, test your vision I'm on a one way collision with success I'll be damned if I'm not fresh dressed like a million bucks Look at my hundred dollar ass Fuck what you heard homie, I'm blessed Blessed indeed Khakis or slacks Gold chain verbes, I'm built to exceed Superficial limitations, superficial imitations Don't speak of innovation unless you wanted to leave behind A part of yourself with a weak-ass mind I put my insecurities on the assembly line of destruction Destruction paying dues as tax deductions Fear is interrupted, charge it to the game Money over fame, but if I had predicted fame as wild Back, passing up these weak-ass lanes Just know I'm living that off a higher game of coping I'm gone