Nevermind - Austin Royale, WELL$, Frais

Looks like you’re waiting

For some shit to happen

Way you’re staring at me

When I dropped out

Had so much weight on me

Boy you know I had to get it crackin'

Full throttle shit

Had to get it mashing

Even if you’re savage

Bet you couldn’t fathom

Making plays state to state

Living out a suit-case

There ain’t no space

There ain’t no space

I need leg room

Making no waves

Get out my way

Man I came home

To my mom gone

And my fucking clothes in the driveway huh

Whole state out in LA

Niggas thinking we’re on vacay

Past two years I was in the A

Doing shows on my birthday

Bitches saying I’m a fuck boy

Then fuck the boy on the same day

See a stage full of gang

And they wanna come and rage anyway huh!

HOOK:

(Austin)

Never-mind us

Never-mind us

This what we signed up

(Austin)

See the line-up

(Austin)

Don’t you mind us

Don’t you mind us

Never-mind us

Never-mind us

BRIDGE:

(Well$)

Ticking time bomb

Tell 'em times up

Been about it

So they know about it

Nigga I been out here

Eating prime cuts

Now a young nigga primetime

I’m just out here putting shots up

Coast-to-coast making plays

Gotta surf the wave

If you wanna find us

VERSE 2: (Well$)

Cold killer nigga

Been about it since like '94

Ten toes down

On my mama’s porch

We was poor

I was writing

Just like Edgar Allen Poe

Never home

But we stay kicking doors

Fourteen hours touching road

Yeah

Long-end hours

Like them truck drivers

Now I’m getting paid for overnighters

Filling quotas up

Picking hoes up

I won’t fuck her less she overnight it

All my hoes from the hood mane

Tell 'em red-eye flights is so exciting

Solo cappin

And I ain’t even need no promo package

Been a star since polo cackies

???

nigga in the valley

Mike won’t fuck her

Less her titties plastic

We don’t fuck with hoes

Who fuck with rappers

Out-the-gate bitch it’s been a classic

Went from micky-d's to turkey salads

Went from rapping songs to making ballads

Bitch I’m Lenny Kravitz

You fuckin' have it

Hey

VERSE 3 (Frais006):

Early in the morning

Go get this money

Heard you hating on me

You’s a crumb let’s keep it honest

Got no ties with Satan

I just came from Hell and water

Knew I’d make it back

Now I got them racks

Look…

Wake up sad as fuck

Smoke a blunt

Nigga got over it

Bitch game head monster

Got me feeling like Cloverfield

Fuck all that talking it’s over with

Come to my city I run the shit

Trap bunkin' out at 4AM

Serve it through the burglar-bar doors

West-side of the seven-O

1500 if you’re looking for us

Got some bad hoes that’s gon fuck the bro

Trick a nigga and steal for us

Soon as a nigga got right

Seem like shit got harder for us

Fuck that shit I’ll never force

Shoot a nigga off his front porch

If he thinking that I got something for 'em