We Been Waiting

Hook
We been waiting for this shit to change
Waiting all day for my song to play
Got me feeling so incomplete
They ain't making music for the streets

Verse 1
Even winners take a day off. I'm resting plenty.
It ain't money that I'm made of. Yet I'm heavy.
Y'all predictions must be way off. We going steady.
Me and her is like your day job. You gotta pay me.
Or y'all looking at some layoffs. Y'all fucking hate me.
Til your mortgages is payed off. Dark roast is Nabob.
Your mans dick ain't stay soft. What you think?
He worried 'bout the playoffs? He want his team to make it?
He ain't even see you naked.Too stressed about the bacon.
Over here we ready made shit. Meaning that we made it.
Career resuscitated. Almost died in isolation.
It made Iverson amazing. Look what Ivason is blazing.
Cultivated passion. Let's call it man of action.
Just smoke until you backspin and figure out what happened.
Everybody trapping. Ain't nobody rapping.
Ship without a captain. Direction going nowhere.

Hook

Verse 2
Yo. This ain't new to you. I represent a who's who of cool dudes.
Who eat food and fill bellies. You do you.
Don't try to fucking sell me on this new school.
I'm no fool. Them new rules is fast food packaged with an attitude.
Man...It's like the music laugh at you. C'mon longitude. Latitude.
I'm calling in the drones. EMP they phones and cut'em off the grid.
We don't distribute shit. Double entendre.
Triple up the armour and guard it with your honour. Now.
We 'bout to show them what an artist is. Honest kids.
We ain't on no corporate. Look at who we orbit with.
Can't y'all see who the force is with.
We come with an inordinate amount. While we represent the bounce.
We ain't moving it in pounds. We improving on the sound.
You knew we'd come around. You heard us on your playlist.
We came in they went ape shit.

Hook