Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilbert Robinson
Songwriter
Lyrics
For a while
Been at it picture taking over
Now im out
Game mine taking over
Waiting on this feeling for a long time
This a grown mind
The goal is the whole nine
The wait is over
Really boy taking over
Jungle food
We apes leaping over
Say you that guy homes need to stop lying
Lay them down as straight as a flatiron
Place me amongst the best and im repping for one team
Id hate to put the burner to your lips like a blown bean
Now we talking about the ones with the weed in it
She jean tight fitted thats your woman with me in it
A rock star
Boxing heads like a boxing ring
Got them seeing red dots
Sort of like rodmans head
Seeing me at ease like fiends
You can line them up
Got the sharpest tounge
Piercing skin just like a barbers cut
In my zone and live as fuck
Raw just like that white uncut
That pure cocaieena holy homie you can say your time is up
Been on my grizzly
From the sun up to sun down
Now when spitting hell of rounds
You get to dumping get gunned down
You soft something like a babys ass
This thing will kill you like cancer
Pat swazey man and yeah
Rest in peace to dude
But get to touching my bread
Feeding them lead yeah label them dead men
The wait is over
Really boy taking over
Jungle food and we apes leaping over
Say you that guy
Homes need to stop lying
Lay them down as straight as a flatiron
When i get that new coop
Looking for a hot broad
Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard
Like boxing rounds lets just get it on
Hop up on this meat
Suck it dry like a chicken bone
Im so weeded
You think i mixed coke in with some weed
Yeah that boy there yeah he sick
Kill it really a disease
Homies letting that thing squeeze
Top five now been the hottest
And if you brag run off fumes like gas mileage
Hit the booth and just utter right sick with this
A classic mix with it on my jordan bulls pippen shit
Want the rings big bread yall penny hustlers
Im heavy d thats a weight tussler
Now get it straight caking up
They say the game it need me
Do her like a fee fee better yet like her name mimi
She with it
Type of weight tell her put it up
Got coke up in the spot
You just tell that chick to cook it up
If she keeps it up turn her bedroom into happy hour
Filipino style in his prime like paquiou
And they love the drip plus a few bucks
Comes to packing
Your boy he holding like a tour bus
The wait is over
Really boy taking over
Jungle food and we apes leaping over
Say you that guy
Homes need to stop lying
Lay them down as straight as a flatiron
When i get that new coop
Looking for a hot broad
Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard
Like boxing rounds lets just get it on
Hop up on this meat
Suck it dry like a chicken bone
Gotta keep it straight with mine
In a different state of mind
Tick behind bars man
Who said i couldnt relate to time
If i aint it they stupid woke up with their eyes swollen
Mind been focused in blow this thing wide open with it
No time to waist with it
Keep going like my clock was ticking
The plot it thickens like them tight bras with a block of pigeons
And with nothing to loose
You jump in it head first
Hard work bleeding them out
They lay in that red dirt
On my grown man now riding in them bigger trucks
And want the bigger bucks my shorty stacked so keep her titties tucked
Aint got much time
So dropping these hot lines
Buying up bonds dummy you can watch my stock climb
Told you the wait is over
Fresh like a can of cola
Bringing the pain like a sting from a king cobra
Ford tough you aint physically fit
Mentally bent what im saying dude basically bitch
The wait is over
Really boy taking over
Jungle food and we apes leaping over
Say you that guy
Homes need to stop lying
Lay them down as straight as a flatiron
When i get that new coop
Looking for a hot broad
Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard
Like boxing rounds lets just get it on
Hop up on this meat
Suck it dry like a chicken bone
Writer(s): Wilbert Robinson
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