Mike Williams - Expectations Lyrics

Look, we livin' in a world filled by expectation I'm out here fightin' for my girl and my reparations
Good weed and good vibes in my congregations, Blowing clouds and these cookies tryna find my patience
I took a hiatus, but I got tired of waiting, Bitch I'm back in the lab, it's time to prime the patient
Why you runnin' from your problems, bruh, you can't just shake em
No more numbin' down the demons, bruh, you can't escape em

Dug ourselves out the mud, straight up out the basement
Really started from the bottom, talkin' skin to pavement
Squad full of wild niggas that cannot be tamed, no
High risk, high reward, that's just how the game goes

Built a brand off a box, break bread and kick rocks
All we want to see is money hangin' out that shoe box
For the bag, I'm pullin' up like a pair of tube socks
And you not what they want, so do stop tryna front, nigga

The first time I popped one, turned into two
Then it was three, check the mirrors, not me
Used to think that shit was cool, but I didn't know
Write the script or get stuck playin' the role you don't f*ck with
Who don't you f*ck with, Nigga?
Then let em' know, five, four, three, two, one, I'm about to blow
Will you still be by my side? Got another ledge to climb, let me know

Every day I elevate, funds get em' settled straight
Spend a little, make a grip, headed to my better days
If they switch, let em' change, what's a penny to a dollar
Castin' out on every day, one for me, one for my mama
Ascend above the drama, swimmin' with piranhas
Turned you to a beast, that's a sneak peek of the streets for ya
In the field, we got an extra pair of cleats for ya
All these niggas sweet, just a bunch of drugs

We livin' in a world filled by expectation
Out here fightin' for my girl and my reparations
Good weed and good vibes in my congregations
Blowing clouds of these cookies, tryna find my patience
I took a hiatus, but I got tired of waitin
Bitch, I'm back in the lab, it's time to prime the patient
Why you runnin' from your problems, bruh, you can't just shake em
No more numbin' down the demons, bruh, you can't escape em

Look, my nigga, ignore the bleachers, keep your focus homie
The wrong move, get you swarmed like a locust, homie
It's game day, yeah, we serving these niggas, that try to mimic
Trapped on the wrong side of maintaining an image

Quit the gimmicks and you might get close
No cigar, break this sticky-icky down into chunks
And roll a bar, light it up, windows up
I'm just smokin' in the car, tighten up
Get the pack divide it up, pass the test with flying colors
I'm so authentic, Casino Mike, I gamble life, I put my all in it
Never live between the lines of what the law limits
Pull my head above the bar, I'm getting strong
Sending songs at the bar, I spend it large enough
To fill a whole barge of niggas
Spitting game, I've been contemplating charging niggas
I could drop everyday and start to starve these niggas
But I'm a humble soul, respect is what I bargain for

I'm gone