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Yeah, ha, we back Hollywood Summer Aye, brrr Yeah, aye Jay, Jay, Jay were you been? In the booth been confessing my sins What's the cost? I seen Empire State getting lost I ran thru the smoke, now Quebec is my opps City on fire, I just sent Kieran beats he inspired Edit this movie, my nigga I'm tired Perry, Okonma, my nigga I'm Tyler Rod in the cut, he the plug, I'm the wire Singing his hooks made these whiteys his choir Noah his name, he got flood for the fire Washed it over, I just watch and admire Take my time man, I'm not in a rush Moral status, only Violet I trust Follow rules or you get left in the dust I don't listen, Im not giving a- Wait, I can never tell a nigga he lost You can never tell a nigga I'm bought Tell these hoes that I don't move on they clock Chelsea Baby, I been right by the rocks Doing class and then I run down the block Roc Nation sitting in my backyard Made album of the year for my healing myself He ain't do it for these niggas applause Working out so put the music on pause Out of shape, well I've been proving 'em wrong Eva told me I should get better sleep Rather bench so I can humble a treesh Jay Holly, I'm too hot in the streets You will never catch me slaving for streams It's a miracle we able to dream Tarantino and I'm these making these beats, nigga please Wait on my soul, I know Put on pause, for my soul Let me heal, let me go Let me fly, let me try Spread my wings, to the sky I done died, I revived, I'm alive yeah Yeah, tryna trap I ain't taking the bait Where the fix man they people ain't ate They be asking bro, what do I say? Tell these niggas that they gotta wait They be coming and grabbing a plate Everyone want a piece of the cake But they don't wanna get in the race Tell these niggas that they gotta wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, tell these niggas that they gotta wait Taking my time to go make something great Drop every week and your songs sound the same 4 bar and loop it don't have any shame 45 on me, I'm back in the game I was just grieving, not taking a break So, tell these niggas that they gotta wait, Jay Yeah nigga, we back The wait is officially over so Hollywood Radio on 89 FM, ya feel me? My name is YRN Rara, I'm your host We got some great shows lined up It's summer baby Turn on that AC, we bringing the heat all season, ya feel me? School's out bitches!
Writer(s): Brian Wayy, Maryam Wayy, Dennis Ralph Hadley, David Gus Garelick, Sam Page Hiner, Donald Coffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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