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Waldo
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[Intro: Waldo]
All is well, all is one nigga can't do it by yourself
I'm in that GR USA like I'm Jelks
Michelle Pfeiffer, she don't fuck with the help
But fuck with me though, ayy, and no one else
'Cause ain't no niggas like me, can't you tell?
He goin' hard in his post like JaVale huh?
These niggas post everything except bail
[Verse 1: Waldo]
Sango on the beat the cheat code, I go beast mode
[?] I could barely shoot a free throw
Three shows in the same day, can't even speak bro
Lost my voice but found my sound, I was lost but now I'm found
Know some niggas that wasn't 'round when I reached out
Leveled up, now we off the ground like a tree house
Them numbers goin' up fast, that's a speed dial
I was used to being last, I'm in the lead now
Been gettin' paid off rap, don't want to freestyle
Heard he wanna take my place, but I don't see how
Number one headband, the one they bleep out
[Chorus: Waldo]
Ain't no sympathy for the rich
Trusting everybody, ended up like Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fakers is convinced
Nigga got a job but he rapping 'bout bricks
Two sides to every story like the crib
See what I mean? That ain't really how I live
Artists out here selling dreams
Lay a brick a day, that'll build your self-esteem
Serve a fix to a fiend
[Verse 2: Amos Rose]
Poor kids, they say the streets mislead us
But when we got fed up, the block is what fed us
But still watch for them fed trucks and opps that let the lead bust
[?] keep your head up, my niggas showed me how to get my bread up
The OGs that lead us, spoke through actions but never said much
I asked my niggas let me know when I'm doing too much
'Cause I'm in love with that hustle, for that money I lust
That bitch that you love? I treat like a slut, what— (Damn!)
You see I got five ways, I tell you that crime pays
And they hatin' on the other side but I don't stress it
'Cause we them niggas now they gotta accept it
Plus I treat these rap lanes like the crack game
I ain't givin' no credit (Yeah, I like-I like-I like-I like-I like them bars nigga)
[Chorus: Waldo]
Ain't no sympathy for the rich
Trusting everybody, ended up like Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fakers is convinced
Nigga got a job but he rapping 'bout bricks
Two sides to every story like the crib
See what I mean? That ain't really how I live
Artists out here selling dreams
Lay a brick a day, that'll build your self-esteem
Serve a fix to a fiend
[Outro: Waldo, Michael Buffer]
Ain't no sympathy-y-y-y- rich
Trusting everybo-o-o-o-d-d- Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fa-a-a-a-kers
Nigga got a jo-o-o-o-b he rap-in 'bout bricks
Two sides to every sto-o-o-o-r-y
See what I me-e-e-e-an? Tha- re- how I live
Artists out here selling dre-e-e-e-e
Lay a brick a da-a-a-a-a-ay, build your self-este-e-e-em
Serve a fix to a fie-e-e-e-nd (Let's get ready to rumble!)
All is well, all is one nigga can't do it by yourself
I'm in that GR USA like I'm Jelks
Michelle Pfeiffer, she don't fuck with the help
But fuck with me though, ayy, and no one else
'Cause ain't no niggas like me, can't you tell?
He goin' hard in his post like JaVale huh?
These niggas post everything except bail
[Verse 1: Waldo]
Sango on the beat the cheat code, I go beast mode
[?] I could barely shoot a free throw
Three shows in the same day, can't even speak bro
Lost my voice but found my sound, I was lost but now I'm found
Know some niggas that wasn't 'round when I reached out
Leveled up, now we off the ground like a tree house
Them numbers goin' up fast, that's a speed dial
I was used to being last, I'm in the lead now
Been gettin' paid off rap, don't want to freestyle
Heard he wanna take my place, but I don't see how
Number one headband, the one they bleep out
[Chorus: Waldo]
Ain't no sympathy for the rich
Trusting everybody, ended up like Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fakers is convinced
Nigga got a job but he rapping 'bout bricks
Two sides to every story like the crib
See what I mean? That ain't really how I live
Artists out here selling dreams
Lay a brick a day, that'll build your self-esteem
Serve a fix to a fiend
[Verse 2: Amos Rose]
Poor kids, they say the streets mislead us
But when we got fed up, the block is what fed us
But still watch for them fed trucks and opps that let the lead bust
[?] keep your head up, my niggas showed me how to get my bread up
The OGs that lead us, spoke through actions but never said much
I asked my niggas let me know when I'm doing too much
'Cause I'm in love with that hustle, for that money I lust
That bitch that you love? I treat like a slut, what— (Damn!)
You see I got five ways, I tell you that crime pays
And they hatin' on the other side but I don't stress it
'Cause we them niggas now they gotta accept it
Plus I treat these rap lanes like the crack game
I ain't givin' no credit (Yeah, I like-I like-I like-I like-I like them bars nigga)
[Chorus: Waldo]
Ain't no sympathy for the rich
Trusting everybody, ended up like Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fakers is convinced
Nigga got a job but he rapping 'bout bricks
Two sides to every story like the crib
See what I mean? That ain't really how I live
Artists out here selling dreams
Lay a brick a day, that'll build your self-esteem
Serve a fix to a fiend
[Outro: Waldo, Michael Buffer]
Ain't no sympathy-y-y-y- rich
Trusting everybo-o-o-o-d-d- Money Mitch
Keep it real 'cause the fa-a-a-a-kers
Nigga got a jo-o-o-o-b he rap-in 'bout bricks
Two sides to every sto-o-o-o-r-y
See what I me-e-e-e-an? Tha- re- how I live
Artists out here selling dre-e-e-e-e
Lay a brick a da-a-a-a-a-ay, build your self-este-e-e-em
Serve a fix to a fie-e-e-e-nd (Let's get ready to rumble!)
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