This beat is rated R
But my flow is rated X
Like a vulgar text
From my ex, saying that she wet
Tryna give me neck
I'm not falling for the trap
I jus' wanna rap
Watch the grams get bagged up, and they hang us in the back
Wanna hang us up by the neck
Feeling like a god, but ni**as never resurrect
Underground is where I'm at
Swear to God imma rise up, like a geyser bring the guys up
And ten girls with fat thighs up
If you say Im wrong then you a liar
Bring hope like Messiah
All I make is fire
And ni**a that's a fact
They always hate a youngin' when a youngin' making racks
They the type to stab ya back
When I'm tryna give em dap
You know how we stack
Like drug dealers selling crack
If we tryna kill 'em he ain't never coming back
Couple people snitch, we ain't never seen that
I'm jus' tryna lean back
Taking all this lean back
Murder all the mean rats
You kissing on ya girl like my ni**as didn't team that
Got this jawn strippin', like baby where ya drawls at
Lil ni**a fall back
Momma tryna call ya phone, well she won't get a call back
You really wasn't all that
Please don't be surprised if we on the scene in all black
Chess Gaim on the track, I'm expecting y'all to fall back
Chess Gaim - Wave God (Prod. 2xa) Lyrics
Chess Gaim - Wave God (Prod. 2xa) Lyrics
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This beat is rated R
But my flow is rated X
Like a vulgar text
From my ex, saying that she wet
Tryna give me neck
I'm not falling for the trap
I jus' wanna rap
Watch the grams get bagged up, and they hang us in the back
Wanna hang us up by the neck
Feeling like a god, but ni**as never resurrect
Underground is where I'm at
Swear to God imma rise up, like a geyser bring the guys up
And ten girls with fat thighs up
If you say Im wrong then you a liar
Bring hope like Messiah
All I make is fire
And ni**a that's a fact
They always hate a youngin' when a youngin' making racks
They the type to stab ya back
When I'm tryna give em dap
You know how we stack
Like drug dealers selling crack
If we tryna kill 'em he ain't never coming back
Couple people snitch, we ain't never seen that
I'm jus' tryna lean back
Taking all this lean back
Murder all the mean rats
You kissing on ya girl like my ni**as didn't team that
Got this jawn strippin', like baby where ya drawls at
Lil ni**a fall back
Momma tryna call ya phone, well she won't get a call back
You really wasn't all that
Please don't be surprised if we on the scene in all black
Chess Gaim on the track, I'm expecting y'all to fall back
But my flow is rated X
Like a vulgar text
From my ex, saying that she wet
Tryna give me neck
I'm not falling for the trap
I jus' wanna rap
Watch the grams get bagged up, and they hang us in the back
Wanna hang us up by the neck
Feeling like a god, but ni**as never resurrect
Underground is where I'm at
Swear to God imma rise up, like a geyser bring the guys up
And ten girls with fat thighs up
If you say Im wrong then you a liar
Bring hope like Messiah
All I make is fire
And ni**a that's a fact
They always hate a youngin' when a youngin' making racks
They the type to stab ya back
When I'm tryna give em dap
You know how we stack
Like drug dealers selling crack
If we tryna kill 'em he ain't never coming back
Couple people snitch, we ain't never seen that
I'm jus' tryna lean back
Taking all this lean back
Murder all the mean rats
You kissing on ya girl like my ni**as didn't team that
Got this jawn strippin', like baby where ya drawls at
Lil ni**a fall back
Momma tryna call ya phone, well she won't get a call back
You really wasn't all that
Please don't be surprised if we on the scene in all black
Chess Gaim on the track, I'm expecting y'all to fall back
Writer: Chess Gaim
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid