w a g e r . ( f r e e s t y l e ) - o. hype lyrics
[verse]
back and i’m better
won’t crack under pressure
got me the audi to match with the sweater
out rapping me never, i’ll matter forever
tell ’em to get up
audi is climbing a mountain the weather is cold
but the seats all be heated italian leather
designer attached to the get up
crown on this rollie, can’t reach to the throne
you will not even come close
leave me alone, i’m in a league of my own
i been their reason to grow
demons you know, even you know
are better than demons you don’t
the evil you know, even you know
is better than evil you don’t
want so much money, don’t mind paying tax
penthouse apartments the gang can relax
crying ‘bout h-ll and pain that they’ve had
i’m flexing i’m bragging ‘bout making it back
enemies keeping ‘em close
connections i’m keeping ‘em closed
record what you speak on the phone
for reasons unknown, gang
rappers you hearing just loud in their music
meet them in person they cowards i’ll prove it
i’ll stand there alone and then tell ‘em to hit me
both hands to the sky and allow ‘em to do it
yep, nothing will happen
you will do nothing, ‘cos you ain’t ‘bout sh-t
running my mouth in that town that you live
straighten that posture or bow to the king
all of a sudden they talking like me
unfortunately, got tom ford’s on my feet
you can’t afford to come walk it like me
your favourite rapper is taller in feet
in person that p-ssy is shorter than me
he either bought it or copied from me
taking their life like a stolen i.d
stop ‘em wit’ lines like i’m pausing the screen
snakes in gr-ss that are fed wit’ attention
watch as your falling then taking the credit
for you climbing back up and making ‘em mention
your name in relation to praise they ain’t getting
scared of the presence
you feeling froggy then leap homie, get it
tax bracket up in a league with the jenner’s
you think you can beat me all in homie, bet it
you beg for the window when going on flights
i’m hitting a b-tton to close up the blinds
in comfortable seating the chair it reclines
watching pulp fiction with cheese and some wine
you cannot sit wit’ me
live how i’ve lived it, you’ll handle sh-t differently
f-ck all this money, a grand won’t be sh-t to me
twenty grand rollie, by standard delivery
living for nothing i’ll k!ll you for cheap
stepped out of line just to hit me a three
eighteen had nothing, thought this isn’t me
stepped into audi like give me the keys
submitted to let ‘em all know they submissive
comparing to me and way that were driven
i’m born for this bullsh-t, behaviour is different
won’t fake it to fit in, i’m comfortable wit’ it
laughing at fake friends that think they can set me up
i am not one of you, i was taught better bruh
all of your stories they come with etcetera
before you’ve spoken, you’ve already said too much, sh
ain’t letting ’em push me
good wit’ the pressure, i’ve never been p-ssy
audi done feel like a wrangler wit’ tookie
the rollie on main street, i beg you to book me
rappers be faking that energy
faking a life they could never lead
behaving like major celebrities
in person their anxious and trembling
i signed a deal and then made them a bet
all future earnings, one hundred percent
that within a timeline of two years or less
i’ll clear my first million, the wager is set
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