Rapsody, Problem - Waiting On It (Baby Girl) lyrics

R-A-P-S-O-D-Y cause she's better than y'all
Better than all
Serving no waiter, her time is now
Fuck waiting on it
It's your time, baby, own it r-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Cause she's better than y'all
Better than all
Serving no waiter, her time is now
Fuck waiting on it
It's your time, baby girl, own it

Uh, I ain't Amish, but, yo, I promise
When I'm in the field you can
Bet I'm gon' keep it honest
Suspend you in time like self portrait's
I guess I'm Mona
A perfect picture of what you get
When you really on it, focused
Wrote it knowing you wouldn't probably
Get what I quoted
Off gate, it's just bait, when
You get it late, bam, it's over
Bam, it's over
We taking back what we showed them
I know the routine
I'm a giant on giant shoulders
I see farther than that little midget
That Jay Hova had quoted
And yeah I wrote it
More scary now that you know it
Uh, yeah, I'm pitching dope off, no squares
No blocks, been hot so who cares?
What the hell you driving? We still thriving
Your money don't make me money, honey
I'm still diving
Breaking water that's labor for
All the daughters
I've been working so when they
Older everything's back in order
Rap-sody, more heat, yo Chachi
Tell these niggas they ain't fucking with us
I went to masses, told them my classes higher
No need to harass them
They say when you touch fire
They won't do it again
When you learn it burn like IYAAAH
It's funny when I think prior
You thought you was the shit
Now you just may have to retire
Call me sire or


Uh, I play chess, uh, and jump checkers
To anyone wanna check us
You get played lowkey
I'm more thorough than all your records
You make moves to make money
I make money from all my methods
Man whew, and my crew make all the best shit
That's Eric G on it, whew
I rose like your face to make
Up for shit that you do
Bust Smith & Wessons
I'm a weapon to those wept on you
That's that whip appeal
You gon' know my name for real baby, I'm