Royce da 5'9" - Wait lyrics

Trust the fuckin' shooter

Being feared goes farther than any part
Of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself
But my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking up
Wishin' I could just go to sleep
Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopings, I took losses
But no defeats been dropped
And been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it
I won't hesitate stripes on the cans in
The cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots
Kanye West is dressed in Bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin'
To second base uhh, wifey textin' SMH
House phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels
Guess I'm late but, my other son's autistic
He wants my attention
This just might be my defining moment
Let them wait

It's my time now, nigga let them wait
Pick up the phone
Tell 'em hold let them wait
Old friends comin' to they
Senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them
Well fuck them niggas let them wait

Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like Akeem, father King of Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average
Flaccid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while
I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas
My lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage
Ratchet with prints and scratches
My mental actually incapacitates fast
As my passion and pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the
Street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger
That resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and
Then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that
My interest crashes like a cymbal
My symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me
She an afro-centric nympho chick
With her ass did
She callin' me back-to back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up dick
Let them wait money all over the ground like
Scotty from New Jack City
I weapon wave, everybody, step away
They said that we should go our
Separate ways in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows
Let them wait
My whole life they pressured me
Let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence
Let them wait police in my rear-view mirror
With they sirens on
But I'ma call my lawyer first
'fore I pull over, let them wait

It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold
Let them wait old friends comin' to they
Senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them
Well fuck them niggas let them wait