Awful Waffle

Oh no
It's a missile
When it comes down
Everyone will die
Are you ready here we go
I already see them coming
Get the gun an shoot 'em in the stomach
Cuz I see them running
This ain't funny don't you shun me
People wanna take my money
I throw fades everyday
And my back is full of blades
Why you think I'm walking funny
You can never tell me nothing
You can hear me when I'm coming
Dragging the machete while I'm humming
And my heart is drumming always bumming
But I'm stunning
They keep on talking shit
Do something or you just bluffin'
Don't forget
When everybody got up and left
I'm Asking favors but they couldn't
Break up a sweat
No body gives a fuck about you
If you living in debt
Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread
Don't forget
When everybody got up and left
I'm Asking favors but they couldn't
Break up a sweat
No body gives a fuck about you
If you living in debt
Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread
One time
For the people that are still cashing checks
Two times
For the people struggling to pay the rent
Three time
To the people waking up in the projects
Four times
To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it
Five times
To the OG's better show respect
Six times
To the daughters and the sons that get neglect
Seven times
To that butterfly I did effect
Eight times
To my women don't give up leave no regrets
In between
I'm the type of person not to intervene
Don't you call me white, you don't want me to make a scene
Swear to God I'm pale as fuck looking like I'm Charlie Sheen
Pumpin Iron with CT Fletcher he's a mean machine
Like my Dad used to say CT es bien machine
I hustle everyday I don't call it work it's my routine
The amount of hater that I got you gonna need a sub machine
When my momma dies I'm gonna digger up for Halloween
Not gone lie I miss my momma
But not the drama
Who the fuck gonna stop us
From chasing comma's
There was never an Osama
Just ask Obama
Always Smoking Marijuana
Because I wanna
Dreaming bout a Range Rover
When I was smaller
Pushing Papas Lawn Mower
In mid October
Oh my God I thought I told ya
Don't get any closer
If the devil can't control ya
He can't exposure
Don't you even try it puto
Better yet ignite it puto
Don't you try to fight it puto
See you stalking her profile
Don't you even like it puto
Next time when I see your car
I'm really gonna strike it puto
I'm the one that calls the plays
I'm the one in the front lane
Be ready when I hike it puto
You the one that's acting fake
You always gotta fucken hate
Why da fuck you hiding puto
That's why you don't levitate
Or maybe it's your body weight
Don't even denying puto
Where the fucks yo self respect
No one here can find yo neck
Where the fuck you hiding it
Better yet I'm over it
Let's talk about these monuments
And who the fuck created them
My Africans and Mexicans
My Tokos and My USO's
And don't forget my Asian friends
We all United not divided
In California Wearing Dickie Pants and Pendletons
These Other states can't handle this
Or maybe it's my confidence
I don't live off of compliments
Your preachers a methodologist
One time
For the people that are still cashing checks
Two times
For the people struggling to pay the rent
Three time
To the people waking up in the projects
Four times
To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it
Five times
To the OG's better show respect
Six times
To the daughters and the sons that get neglect
Seven times
To that butterfly I did effect
Eight times
To my women don't give up leave no regrets
It's bad to kill
Guns kill and you don't have to be a gun
You are what you choose to be
You choose