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waldo - fwm lyrics

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[intro: waldo]
all is well, all is one n_gga can’t do it by yourself
i’m in that gr usa like i’m jelks
mich_lle pfeiffer, she don’t f_ck with the help
but f_ck with me though, ayy, and no one else
’cause ain’t no n_ggas like me, can’t you tell?
he goin’ hard in his post like javale huh?
these n_ggas 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 n_ggas 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
n_gga 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 n_ggas showed me how to get my bread up
the ogs that lead us, spoke through actions but never said much
i asked my n_ggas let me know when i’m doing too much
’cause i’m in love with that hustle, for that money i l_st
that b_tch that you love? i treat like a sl_t, what— (d_mn!)
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 n_ggas 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 n_gga)

[chorus: waldo]
ain’t no sympathy for the rich
trusting everybody, ended up like money mitch
keep it real ’cause the fakers is convinced
n_gga 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
n_gga 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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