The Thought - Waiting 4 (feat. Dredrey & Smith the Poet) Lyrics

I'm tryna live again
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gonna come around and give you hope
Unless your body going 'round just on the gift of dope
You ain't motivated, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gave you that dollar note
Chokehold on the game, me and my brother both
Your mind ain't activated though, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Carbon copy of the mockery, monopoly
Over all the awkward motherf*ckers tryna copy me
They don't got no body, just a parliament lobotomy
Dawdle for the oddity like the Olive is on top of me
You got to be a part of me for me to even hear your rhyme
Getting all your toppings free but skipping all the pie
Got a finger-licking crop and no apologies to cry
Steady slinking toward the top 'cause we just want to see 'em die
We just wanna see 'em die, 'cause they mutilate the Earth
All these species had to fry so their pockets gain some girth?
And we speaking all the time like we want to make this worth
But we don't want to put in the work
We worship quirks, the youngest Turks, delivery of propaganda
Y'all wanna twerk while the iceberg sees to all our manners
Whether cutting through the steel or melting 'til we drown
What we waiting for? When all this bullshit going down?
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gonna come around and give you hope
Unless your body going 'round just on the gift of dope
You ain't motivated, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gave you that dollar note
Chokehold on the game, me and my brother both
Your mind ain't activated though, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gonna come around and give you hope
Unless your body going 'round just on the gift of dope
You ain't motivated, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Ain't nobody gave you that dollar note
Chokehold on the game, me and my brother both
Your mind ain't activated though, what you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for? Some peace of mind?
Kinda vague... I swore to set aside
Stills, I still stride, just don't feel right
Ain't no letting go, it's high tide
Ain't no celestine, they craving smite
Luxury's in a piece, some f*cking flight
Lucky that spell speak, the test of time
Ain't no ceiling, G, I don't advise
To spies of mine, glad the day is ours
The truly straightened, life the mayhem God
Just a plaintiff and I'm jaded, y'all
I know I'm hating, of what I wasn't, dog
How to restate this? Ain't no repertoire
Ain't no vacant! Only dreaded jog
Your f*cking brain, bitch, what you waiting for?
Why you stationed? Bent, some f*cking boat
And just face it!
What you waiting for?
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BLAQKNOIZ
Yo, this ain't the intro
I'm the last man standing
Where the Sandman scanning
Through the stacks of ash
Battle where the matter crash
Saddle on the camel's back
Paddles never battered Jack
Cattle for the slaughter
Cut your head off
Lost the bargain at the crossroads
Please don't let my boss know
Oh, you want to know the cost of my losses?
Well, I got snow
Snowlike frozen tears, or sober fears
Blow away my inner voice in those coldest years
My moral teachers taught me hate
Steered me through the gate in '99
Not the finest wine in taste
More like bitter f*cking brine
Stoned on the Rhine in my daydreams
No more time for Mabie's
Haven't heard from Tom and Katie
Watch those Yankees f*cking doodle
They treat me feral like I got rabies or AIDS
And it's they who need safety
From the gun at my noodle
But they'd rather watch the clock
Hope the problem solves itself
Like my father's f*cking cock
Didn't bomb my mental health
No one wants responsibility for what's under the rug
When they see me they ain't happy and won't give me a hug
And the way they treat my music like it covers the drugs?
Love you all, but, ain't it time that enough is enough?
I'm tryna catch a fade, fam, I'm calling y'all bluff
You can't cover for my rapist and expect forgiveness
Y'all can threaten legal action but I think that shit guts
You don't want none of this on the public record
I'mma keep speaking truth until they shoot me for it
Golden goose up in the booth, you lost up in the forest
All my verses soylent green, I'm feeding me to you
There's a war on my art and that's why I'm bleeding through
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