[Hook:Wais P]
Yeah I do this shit 'cause I'm winning
I do this shit for a living
I really live my bars rap about my cars
Talk about my broads, yall niggas fraud
Yeah I do this shit 'cause I'm winning
I do this shit for a living
I really live my bars rap about my cars
Talk about my broads, yall niggas fraud


[Verse 1:Wais P]
Slay songs for the masses
Pimp till I'm fifty then retire a pastor
Then attack with the force of a bull mastif
Let a nigga pop shit, then react passive
Let em slip then I clip up and blast
As if he ever had it mastered
This gangsta I got hoes from Sri Lanka
Yall niggas old go head and sip Sanka
I'm over seas performing on a oil tanker
You niggas need to get your rank up
It's too easy, raised in this rap shit
17 years old spittin out classics
Now I'm gorwn rap made me jaded
Ketel One club soda got me faded
These niggas overrated, you can't Houston Rocket me
He's Jeremy Lin, they over paid him!
Aha, Brooklyn got a new staidum
All that do, is to make your enemies easy to locate them
Run catch and kill, hold em down and spray em
Cop the coke, cook the pies up and weigh em

[Hook:Wais P]


[Verse 2:Wais P]
Ah, you're f*cking with a specialist
Slap a bitch 360 like the exorcist
For talking out her neck and shit
You ain't even number one, you my second chick
I'm so glad, I ain't square
I break a bitch back Shotta then I get up out of there(preach)
Word to Soft Shoe Charlie
I'm a legend with this pimpin' break beat Bob Marley
Robertta Flack with a rap
Oh you ain't heard of that
Killing them soft yeah I murder that
Convertible rap, converted to DAT
'cause being a lyricist don't pay you shit
So I pimp hard, drink hard, snatch a bitch up
Beat my chest like king kong
And I don't sing songs
I pull my soul out on the track
Give you the real even if you think it's wrong
Come on!

[Hook:Wais P]