Royce da 5'9" - Wait a Minute (Freestyle) lyrics

Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait one fucking minute
I'm looking at your year end list
You're choosing rappers you're friends with
Who be rapping what their friends did
Toolie ratchets and extensions
Wait, wait, wait a minute
We done already heard their best shit
We already got the message
They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
Think I found what real success is
Running around here since "The Message"
Forty pounder full of death wish
Money counter full of blessings
I sent a cannonball right
Out the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet
Through your damn apparel
Through your grandma chair


Through your granite countertop
And I ain't tryna stop it 'til
You standing on the doorstep
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you're next
Wait a minute, nigga
I've been going crazy on these
Records way before Flex
This the bad half Shady vortex
Armed in navy warfare
Y'all them Barnum Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get smacked
The fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it's fuck the world
Then the world's getting fucked
Eighty million different ways
When I'm finished with it
Then the world's gon get the
AIDS like some 1984 sex
This the traumatize your favorite rapper year
This the homicide related racketeer
All I'm tryna hear today is trap and drill
It's all downhill from here
Like Jack and Jill, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I'm giving all my hoes an ultimatum
She my mascot
I'm just tryna motivate her, I'm just popping
She's just getting ass shot like
A Soulja Boy home invader
I get a whole clip to all my haters
Just so I could go and get ex-o-nerated
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I watch you niggas go tool up
I'm Compton menace on school bus
It's documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems since I grew up
I got to fill this void move, bruh
The target's been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds rapping for attention
For a word from Vlad or Akademik
Prefer to slap you over engine
I'm Murs rapping for the Guinness
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I know you heard I'm back in business
I'm going harder than Tha Carter X
I'm birds flapping independent
I'm tycooning through the pressure
I'm typhooning through this weather
I might do a nigga beat for 'em
Give it back to him a little PHresher
Got the cash holding on line two
Brink's truck noise on one
Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don't run
I'm live from it with the streams
Buying guns and getting beams
You guys coming with your teams
It's feeling like iFunny with the memes
I flip the blade like "say something"
Around dough like Rajon
Let you rip the stage then I
Come and rip the stage
Down more like Trey Songz
Category slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle
Phantom or the 'Vette
Tomi Lahren, Charlamagne shit, the odd couple
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I’m primal if I’m fuckin' mating with her
I bend her over
Stick her on the expensive car
Tyler fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter fame
You had a chain, that's your nigga chain
Face down on your computer key sleep
Closest you gon' be to laying in your name
Body bag after body bag
Leave a trail laying in your lane
I'm Cold Chillin' on the record business
But I ain't saying I distribute Kane
Wait a motherfucking minute
You popping molly with the actors
I fucked the baddest of the white bitches
I'm Talib Kweli with the blackness
I'm most def with immigration
Ladies on top of ladies
I'm Mos Def with immigration
Babies on top of babies
Wait a motherfucking minute