MARCO POLO & TORAE - But Wait lyrics

rate me

Yo, you got trash niggas that's sellin

Street niggas that's tellin

Niggas named Henry dressin like they Helen

The kids don't listen, the third grade's rebellin

We got cops killin the blacks, blacks killin the blacks

Niggas with jail time that's not comin back

Even the females wild, they don't know how to act

(B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse...)

Niggas scared to get scorched, they ain't passin the torch

Claimin the new niggas don't really walk the walk

Really talk the talk - really, that's they thought?

(B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse...)

The muthafuckin stakes is high, gas rates is high

People get taxed and told on every dime

It's white collar, blue collar, wife beater crimes

(B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse...)

I figured it'll get better the more that I'm gettin cheddar

The more that the guap came the more they wouldn't let up

Back in the days niggas'd go head up or shut up

Now in the days they go, come back, you get wet up

A lotta gat clappin to cover the wack rappin

The SoundScans are down, wonder how that happened?

Nigga, my flow is oh so hard to imagine

It sound like spiked bats and Monster Trucks crashin

When Red came in the game it was Time 4 Sum Aksion

Now that I splashed in I'm takin it back to the future

Respect if a nigga tell me my album didn't suit ya

But once you get foul and wild on your computer

I'm front door, Tor for sure I bring it to ya

One of a kind and high as the sun in the sky

Nigga ask about Tor, tell him son on his grind

Used to go to different labels tryina get signed

Now they leave me voice messages, I'm takin my time

To call 'em back, I tell 'em Uhuru and holla black

If you tryina enslave me no need to holla back

I'm a renegade soldier, rotten rapper, I told ya

Pro-black, I don't put cream in my Folgers

But love puttin CREAM in my bill fold holder

Before the curtain go up, please cough my dough up

Veteran young, better than Tom, nigga you dumb

Your man is real I'll but I'm better than son

Do a lotta shows and smash at every one

How you seen Tor fail if it's never been done?

That's a good imagination, I'm mad you niggas is hatin

Focus your energy off me, you could be taken

The magazine spread had 'em all seein red

That was a XXL, the next'll be the FEDS

If you try me, hm, can I get charged with

If ain't nobody ever recover the body?

I used to date a broad that look like Buffy the Body

Ass-wise, but her face was similar to Halle

A nigga couldn't be in his right mind to try me

'less he tryina be on the IV, I be

Spectacular spittin, vernacular hittin with accuarate wisdom

Not to mention I rap with precision

Matchin the vision, my words bring more trap than a prison

Ask if it isn't math or religion, pass me the ism

Smashin the system