Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
It's the chef nigga
I been fresh even when I'm broke
I stay woke
I don't f*ck with hoes
I'm only taking throats
What you know
This just how we go
Take it on the road
Imma blow
Keep it on the low
We rolling with the snow
I be feeling good in the bando
With the good gas
Nigga lost the house that ain't shit
That's the old trap
Yea we lost a stick that ain't shit
That's the old gat
Yea we gotta dip f*ck that shit
We got no past
Bitch im feeling it
What I sip it ain't go bad
Gotta watch yo back
All these niggas they be selfish
Bro came with the strap
All them bullets they be selfless
Bitch ain't got no spine look at him he be a shellfish
Looking at these goofies
I be faded I be goopy (Uh)
Looking at these xans they be acting like they roofies (Yuh)
Shawty looking good so I finna make a movie
Gotta watch my back cuz my girl turn to a snoopy
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
Wave (wave)
Yea it's all in the name
I'm ignoring all the bitches tryna hop up on this train
As we make our way, up to the fame
Nothings changed
I'm a rude muf*ckah and I've always been this way
My
Bad had to take a breathe
All this smoke and double cups
I had to take a rest
My liver, lungs, and kidney said they really can't relax
And if you ain't talking deadz then get the f*ck up out my face
Whoa whoa oh god
Man I can't say that I've been here before
Cooking up hits like that white on the stove
Ain't no more trapping moved out the bando
You silly hoes
Want me to fall but I can't
(I know)
Reach out for me and worship
(I know)
This is my time to repent
(I know)
That I'm really heaven sent
(I know)
I'm not the big fella but I'm god-like shine bright
Like the ole man sprinkled lime light on my
Guide to make the ultimate rhyme style I'm bout
Never trying to slow up the grind now time out
Bitches calling out my name like it's roll call
Got them all claiming me but I'm not yours
Niggas tryna copy the style call it 10-4
All these muf*ckahs is a trip
Here's your passport
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
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Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
It's the chef nigga
I been fresh even when I'm broke
I stay woke
I don't f*ck with hoes
I'm only taking throats
What you know
This just how we go
Take it on the road
Imma blow
Keep it on the low
We rolling with the snow
I be feeling good in the bando
With the good gas
Nigga lost the house that ain't shit
That's the old trap
Yea we lost a stick that ain't shit
That's the old gat
Yea we gotta dip f*ck that shit
We got no past
Bitch im feeling it
What I sip it ain't go bad
Gotta watch yo back
All these niggas they be selfish
Bro came with the strap
All them bullets they be selfless
Bitch ain't got no spine look at him he be a shellfish
Looking at these goofies
I be faded I be goopy (Uh)
Looking at these xans they be acting like they roofies (Yuh)
Shawty looking good so I finna make a movie
Gotta watch my back cuz my girl turn to a snoopy
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
Wave (wave)
Yea it's all in the name
I'm ignoring all the bitches tryna hop up on this train
As we make our way, up to the fame
Nothings changed
I'm a rude muf*ckah and I've always been this way
My
Bad had to take a breathe
All this smoke and double cups
I had to take a rest
My liver, lungs, and kidney said they really can't relax
And if you ain't talking deadz then get the f*ck up out my face
Whoa whoa oh god
Man I can't say that I've been here before
Cooking up hits like that white on the stove
Ain't no more trapping moved out the bando
You silly hoes
Want me to fall but I can't
(I know)
Reach out for me and worship
(I know)
This is my time to repent
(I know)
That I'm really heaven sent
(I know)
I'm not the big fella but I'm god-like shine bright
Like the ole man sprinkled lime light on my
Guide to make the ultimate rhyme style I'm bout
Never trying to slow up the grind now time out
Bitches calling out my name like it's roll call
Got them all claiming me but I'm not yours
Niggas tryna copy the style call it 10-4
All these muf*ckahs is a trip
Here's your passport
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
It's the chef nigga
I been fresh even when I'm broke
I stay woke
I don't f*ck with hoes
I'm only taking throats
What you know
This just how we go
Take it on the road
Imma blow
Keep it on the low
We rolling with the snow
I be feeling good in the bando
With the good gas
Nigga lost the house that ain't shit
That's the old trap
Yea we lost a stick that ain't shit
That's the old gat
Yea we gotta dip f*ck that shit
We got no past
Bitch im feeling it
What I sip it ain't go bad
Gotta watch yo back
All these niggas they be selfish
Bro came with the strap
All them bullets they be selfless
Bitch ain't got no spine look at him he be a shellfish
Looking at these goofies
I be faded I be goopy (Uh)
Looking at these xans they be acting like they roofies (Yuh)
Shawty looking good so I finna make a movie
Gotta watch my back cuz my girl turn to a snoopy
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
Wave (wave)
Yea it's all in the name
I'm ignoring all the bitches tryna hop up on this train
As we make our way, up to the fame
Nothings changed
I'm a rude muf*ckah and I've always been this way
My
Bad had to take a breathe
All this smoke and double cups
I had to take a rest
My liver, lungs, and kidney said they really can't relax
And if you ain't talking deadz then get the f*ck up out my face
Whoa whoa oh god
Man I can't say that I've been here before
Cooking up hits like that white on the stove
Ain't no more trapping moved out the bando
You silly hoes
Want me to fall but I can't
(I know)
Reach out for me and worship
(I know)
This is my time to repent
(I know)
That I'm really heaven sent
(I know)
I'm not the big fella but I'm god-like shine bright
Like the ole man sprinkled lime light on my
Guide to make the ultimate rhyme style I'm bout
Never trying to slow up the grind now time out
Bitches calling out my name like it's roll call
Got them all claiming me but I'm not yours
Niggas tryna copy the style call it 10-4
All these muf*ckahs is a trip
Here's your passport
Welcome to my land to my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me, how we eat mothaf*cka
We got all these different ways how we made mothaf*cka
You aint really bout this shit it's the wave mothaf*cka
This my land, these my streets mothaf*cka
You aint know nothing bout me mothaf*cka
We got all these differnt ways mothaf*cka
You aint really bout the wave mothaf*cka
Writer: Joel Desroches, Micheal Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid