Lyrics The Underachievers – Wasteman
Text:
Ugh
Starting Five, never out of bounds
Caught these Niggas slippin’ with these silent sounds
Got your main missin’ when I’m in the town
Make them sit down like we in the lounge
Still smoking if it’s not allowed
Since about a child, know tha’ razor route
But forget the past because I’m in the now
Ain’t no resting for the fire spittah
Like a lion, nigga, when the sun has risen
Cuz’ I’m super stoned, no pun intended
Then he paid in full now your son he missed it
Couldn’t steer me wrong, got the tunnel vision
Had to skirt off because the fans is listening
Had her skirt off had to handle business
It’s a turn on if ya never hear me
Hardly speaking cuz’ they wouldn’t get it
I just blow my refer and ignore the critics
Mona Lisa sucking out my spirit
Bout to call my teacher up and say I’m winning (hello?)
Ain’t no preacher put my faith up in it
Try to take up piece and call it plagiarism
Niggas leeching so I ain’t a villain
So I’m riding dolo when I’m paper spittin’
Work hard, had to take that
Used to front dawg, just to pay back
Run it up, Nigga straight laps
Smoke a hundred blunts, that’s a face plant
Hammer tucked by the waste band
Hammer tucked by the waste band
Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
Giving out fades, come get a table
Riding around with a beam with a chamber
Smooth with tha’ Glock like I play for the Blazers
Signs of the times but I’m never gonna shape up
Shorty a dime but I brought out the razor
Good with the lines like I’m sniffing that yayo
Don’t give me pound, I see you be hatin
Niggas is lying about all their paper
I see you flexin on instagram not how you living, man
Niggas is faking they look like juwanna mann
Niggas don’t see me I’m ghost like I’m Casper
Lighting up Niggas they look like a lantern
Nigga don’t talk I aim with the band up
Born of the earth but your mind in the slammer
Bros on my shirt, Zombie Gang is what matters
Don’t mess with Niggas just send me to Saturn
Givin’ tha’ drummer some hustle and double up
Add to my Prophet that’s how we gonna sum it up
Like it I’ll cop it Ariana Grande
Heat in my pocket fire rocket shining
Hitting my target like ?
when we popping
Girls be having fun I feel like Cyndi Lauper
Nigga number one I put that on my noggin
I feel like Soulja Boy for fucking acknowledgment
Work hard, had to take that
Used to front dawg, just to pay back
Run it up, Nigga straight laps
Smoke a hundred blunts, that’s a face plant
Hammer tucked by the waste band
Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
Hammer tucked by the waste band
Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
