Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you, you, you
it back just like that

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you niggas to me
Lately, I've been like retiring, UBSing
I take a from the Romeo y Julieta
if niggas ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm challenging niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's with me though
The quickest way to your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a in yo' mouth
That's a flag like it's crips in the house, fag a dick in the spout
Past life itchin' just to out
All of y'all be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy
I give you a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with
apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton a Cardigan
Now, who the want it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the fuck it, bro? I got the scolio
Y'all be wanting too much dough, slow your roll
I don't know how much I'll ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for who try to live the rough life
Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through cashmere
Give a a buck 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us left for the beef, in peace, you tough, right?
I'll a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I'll a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten too
Uh, lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em like a
Try to me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted"

I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you, you, you
Taking it back just like

[Verse 2: Grant]
I tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap 'bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to souls
Tap a model, she [?] in morse codes
with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy, love my in all flavors
If I made it, we all it
reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me, I never claim to be the
Ain't gotta tell fake stories for you to love 'em
Blood like when I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin to tease me, call me crack baby
Tell 'em changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I for the monkey shit
Shooters with clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em and peel 'em up at the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run shit
Nigga, the thing could kill a legend is a double dish
on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the in this bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but I'm warning ya
The way I gon' make a nigga corner ya
Tell the "come", baby, there's been a murder
was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of
You outta line like you ain't got a drive
Fuck around and with some niggas you idolized
line, I'm a man with a lot of pride
Got my eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, I lie confined
As I watch my ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is lady mama lie
I sign on the dotted line
for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just like that, that, that,

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, extra nostrils
Hostile infects aside, it's the chainsaw
Texas side in a fried doing donots
As if I grabbed the with it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball up your fist to and
Take off on a nigga, him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, his dorky twin
And I ain't got a lock I'm sticking the door key in
I got this in the bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and a customer
Not to how I'm on the cusp of greatness
And at the top of the food chain, I could hump the and
How you do these dishes? I'm vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and blew me kisses
But I'm closer to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to
A sick disease that cut you like six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in rhyme than a brick of ki's
That any crime would be quick to seize
From some high rollers who are as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he his fleas
And I give you food for thought before fricassee's
Or I can just rub you out two crickets' knees
They rather see me murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my massage
Living the life that's in of a narration
me the spotlight, you can keep the interrogation
At the sheriff
And I if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in waters with a megalodon