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Wait Till U See What I Got Next
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Caskey
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Hate when, you up They don't wanna see you at yo' best Wait till, they see what I got comin' up next Red dot, time's out Had enough to get it off your chest But when, this next drop I'ma lay it all to rest Every time I leave the house, I be up again Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them? Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin' Wait, till they see what I got next I'ma put it all to rest Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah I'ma put it all to rest They've been sleepin' on me for a hot minute Beats to me like vitamins, Popeye when he got spinach, b*t*h Devil on me, said my time tickin', this is me and God's business Diss me for that fifteen minutes of fame, it turn to five minutes Check the bank account, I had to leave the tires spinnin' Teller tellin' me there's way too many wires in it Moved to Cali, now there's way too many fires in it I just pray my guy's winnin' Now I keep that iron on my side, I ain't iron deficient Homie said he'll catch a body for me, he dyin' to get it Lawyer up in court, told me this ain't the time to be livid I just saw that list on XXL, you gotta be kiddin' I'm a triple X, comin' out the gate with all the disrespect Yeah, them rappers cool, but they ain't me, guess y'all don't get it yet They was fallin' off, I drop and then I brought the city back Ain't tryna be 'em anyway, I'm tryna be where Diddy at Every time I leave the house, I be up again Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them? Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin' Wait, till they see what I got next I'ma put it all to rest Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah I'ma put it all to rest Wait, sh*t don't even make no sense to me How you name yo' top five out of Florida and don't mention me? They ain't this inclined lyrically or instrumentally Heard the tape they droppin', it was mid as middle century I'm at the top 'cause it was meant to be, God sent for me The chosen one, Jesus Christ is merely just a temp for me The devil told me, "Meet me in the garden" where he tempted me I'll sell out the Garden 'fore I ever sell my mental peace Meditatin' on the top of Lamborghinis I can't pick the car I want, I hit the eenie-meenie I stopped sellin' drugs, made a million off of streaming Ain't no triple beam, but I got 'em all fiending I ain't sad about it, winnin', homie, why you mad about it? I ain't have allowance, how I end up with the higher balance Gotta hire new accountants, fire through the doubters Brought the nine, shot eleven times like I blew the towers, sh*t Every time I leave the house, I be up again Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them? Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin' Wait, till they see what I got next I'ma put it all to rest Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah I'ma put it all to rest
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