Wiser Observer, Benjamin Brukman - That’s Wassup lyrics
[Wiser Observer, Benjamin Brukman - That’s Wassup lyrics]
Yeah (Wassup, wassup) yeah (Wassup)
Tell them you're a rapper and they'll
Ask you were you going
They say the money flow
Don't come from flowing bible speaks
You reap deep what you're sowing
So I keep flowing like the streams
Keep my trees on growing
You can leave, you can stay
Imma keep on going
You can laugh you can mock
Imma keep on showing
Every rapper, every artist, every parent
Every coward, every power
Every tower every minute of the hour
I am hashtag Hage and so is my president
Hashtag bep
That's a shout out where my money went
Might not make a milli, like my nigga P Diddy
But I'm hoping that the see me just
Trying to set a precedent
And Lord God keep me safe on my path
I surrender my plans
'Cos you gave me the plan
You can ask every man, who's a rapper or fan
With some work and some prayer that you can
Wiser bra? Wassup?
How you doing, man, wassup?
Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting
Gotta keep rhyming that's wassup
Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying
Gotta keep riding that's wassup
Gotta keep shinging that's wassup
Gotta keep flying that's wassup
I've been rapping for a minute
So these rappers will never catch me slipping
Tripping
These rappers tripping on my spitting
Step up to me, you gon' end up missing
Spent my whole high school wishing
For a better life, better skies better kites
You never thought the boy from
Your high school classes (Tuma raps?)
Thick books
Thick glasses would ever end up rapping
I could never get a girl's time of day
Now they asking, "Hi, Tuma what time today?"
I'm not saying that I'm big
Enough or balling up
But killing other rappers makes you confident
Now it's cigarettes, Ciroc and Cinderellas
I spit, I rain, Rihanna, man, umbrellas
They all doubt 'till the music they taste it
Then it's like, "Shit
Motherfucker might make it"
Wiser bra? Wassup?
How you doing, man, wassup?
Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting
Gotta keep rhyming that's wassup
Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying
Gotta keep riding that's wassup
Gotta keep shining that's wassup
Gotta keep flying that's wassup
And some days I don't want to write
I like, old series on tv, my onsie
My beanie and turning up at night
I might, get the urge to give up on the fight
But streaming NamTV
My favourite CDs got me acting right
Got me writing lyrics all night
Flowing's in my genes
But the jeans small so the flow so tight
Grinding, writing
Rhyming 'till I'm getting paid right
Till these niggas can't measure up
Checking their heights
Still waiting on blowing up like dynamite
Big crowds, hand throwing up
Turning up right
Club lights, drinks pouring up
Dark-skinned queens showing up
Light-skinned queens showing up
Turning mainstream 'till my fans had enough
'Till they say they miss the old me
"Wiser's music was free
Now he raps about gee and Gs and Mercedes"
Woah, I can't wait for growing up
Not as deep this time
Tell them you're a rapper and they'll
Ask you were you going
They say the money flow
Don't come from flowing bible speaks
You reap deep what you're sowing
So I keep flowing like the streams
Keep my trees on growing
You can leave, you can stay
Imma keep on going
You can laugh you can mock
Imma keep on showing
Every rapper, every artist, every parent
Every coward, every power
Every tower every minute of the hour
I am hashtag Hage and so is my president
Hashtag bep
That's a shout out where my money went
Might not make a milli, like my nigga P Diddy
But I'm hoping that the see me just
Trying to set a precedent
And Lord God keep me safe on my path
I surrender my plans
'Cos you gave me the plan
You can ask every man, who's a rapper or fan
With some work and some prayer that you can
Wiser bra? Wassup?
How you doing, man, wassup?
Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting
Gotta keep rhyming that's wassup
Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying
Gotta keep riding that's wassup
Gotta keep shinging that's wassup
Gotta keep flying that's wassup
I've been rapping for a minute
So these rappers will never catch me slipping
Tripping
These rappers tripping on my spitting
Step up to me, you gon' end up missing
Spent my whole high school wishing
For a better life, better skies better kites
You never thought the boy from
Your high school classes (Tuma raps?)
Thick books
Thick glasses would ever end up rapping
I could never get a girl's time of day
Now they asking, "Hi, Tuma what time today?"
I'm not saying that I'm big
Enough or balling up
But killing other rappers makes you confident
Now it's cigarettes, Ciroc and Cinderellas
I spit, I rain, Rihanna, man, umbrellas
They all doubt 'till the music they taste it
Then it's like, "Shit
Motherfucker might make it"
Wiser bra? Wassup?
How you doing, man, wassup?
Gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting
Gotta keep rhyming that's wassup
Gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying
Gotta keep riding that's wassup
Gotta keep shining that's wassup
Gotta keep flying that's wassup
And some days I don't want to write
I like, old series on tv, my onsie
My beanie and turning up at night
I might, get the urge to give up on the fight
But streaming NamTV
My favourite CDs got me acting right
Got me writing lyrics all night
Flowing's in my genes
But the jeans small so the flow so tight
Grinding, writing
Rhyming 'till I'm getting paid right
Till these niggas can't measure up
Checking their heights
Still waiting on blowing up like dynamite
Big crowds, hand throwing up
Turning up right
Club lights, drinks pouring up
Dark-skinned queens showing up
Light-skinned queens showing up
Turning mainstream 'till my fans had enough
'Till they say they miss the old me
"Wiser's music was free
Now he raps about gee and Gs and Mercedes"
Woah, I can't wait for growing up
Not as deep this time