Aye
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wasted Potential
Look
OG's told me "always keep a few tricks up your sleeve"
So a nigga turned magician did magic with triple beams
I was hiding work inside my backpack as a teen
Now Dub P up on my back traded my Jansport for the team
And fuck if a nigga don't like me
Yeah they talk shit but the same ones that's gone bite me
Tell em fight me
We can square up, you got a death wish? I got a pipe dream
Got a red dot ultra light beam if ya sneeze wrong
Make ya family sing songs
If I showed up would that be wrong?
Fuck it I'm a monster I'm disgusting I'm the topic of discussion
Been told that I'm good for nothing the problem causing disfunction
Never faking when I'm pumping if I up it I dump it
If I'm flauging call my bluff then nigga
Okay hush then, wait
Think I heard something, never mind it's the rats
Chasing after the cheese, no wonder they by my trap
Got my operation running like I set it up on treadmills
Smooth like butter no wonder I'm on the bread still
Niggas know I got the sale skills
They say the fast life kills but if it don't then the feds will
I hold it down and watch the checks build
And try to triple 'em before I see the next bill, woah
Aye, stop for a second
Hold up wait a minute (aye look)
I don't play no games ain't even make the scrimmage
If a nigga start a problem imma make it finish
Bake the witness, back to selling plates cause I making dishes
Stay flipping grain gripping all around shiner
You ain't lose ya girl just hit my line and you can find her
Pour one up and then face it
Niggas know I always rep the gang so it's Wasted, bitch
Yeah, you know what the fuck it is man, Chef
Get yo puss' ass out the kitchen man, yup
