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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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