Still Waiting - Royce 5'9, Nick Grant, eLZhi

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you, you, you

Taking it back just like that

I’m still waiting on you niggas to inspire me

Lately, I’ve been feeling like retiring, you B.S.'ing

I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta

Like if niggas ain’t leveling, hiring, UPS is

I’m challenging y’all niggas to move the needle

If not, fuck it, I made enough, it’s cool with me though

The quickest way to have your pimping in doubt

Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo' mouth

That’s a flag like it’s crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout

Past life itchin' just to come out

All of y’all just be telling them lies

Most exciting thing y’all can do is jump out the closet yelling «Surprise!»

I’m a product of Funkadelic and Parliament

I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick

I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with

It’s apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian

So tell your muscle I make a doctor open him up

And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a Cardigan

Now, who the fuck want it?

Now of you who got the back of

Who the fuck want it, bro?

I got the scolio

Y’all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your roll

I don’t know how much I’ll loan ya, I’m not OVO

Woah, for those who try to live the rough life

Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere

Give a nigga a buck 50 like I’m the cashier

Leave us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?

I’ll punch a nigga to Timbuktu

I got a drum, I’ll front a nigga ten bucks too

The outcome of playing big bank to little bank with me

Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too

Uh, y’all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent

I’m catapulting bodies, catching 'em like a virus

Try to violate me, my ETA is a major scene

And it will be the day, it will be the GTA «wasted» screen

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you

Yes, I’m

I’m still waiting on you, you, you

Taking it back just like that

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe

I guess the rap game’s 'bout who flex the most

All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows

Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls

Tap a super model, she bound to need Morse code

Screaming with my head in her box, it ain’t a Vogue pose

God’s favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors

If I made it, we all made it

'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em

But I’m just me, I never claim to be the toughest

Ain’t gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em

Blood rushing like when a Russian, is hugging a Kalashnikov

Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby

Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby

Lately, I ain’t for the monkey shit

Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em

Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family function and

Tell me who I’m up against, I run this shit

Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish

Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya

You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner

Pay no mind, it’s no biggy, but shit I’m warning ya

The way I ball gon' make a nigga cornier

Tell the coroners «come», baby, there’s been a murder

Never was underrated, nigga, I’m unheard of

You outta line like you ain’t got a lotta drive

Fuck around and clash with some niggas you idolized

Bottom line, I’m a man with a lot of pride

Got my mama’s eyes

From the ghetto, I’m traumatized, where I lie confined

As I watch my demons ménage screaming «I'm alive»

Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady marmalade

I just sign on the dotted line

It’s for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just like that, that, that, that

That

I’m poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils

Hostile infects aside, it’s the chainsaw massacre

Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donuts

As if I grabbed the coffee with it for breakfast

This shit I write it make you ball up your fist to fight and

Take off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight

So you shouldn’t ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion

Or pretend I’m not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin

And I ain’t got a lock when I’m sticking the door key in

Cause I got this in the bag like apartment 4B when

Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro

To In My Lifetime, and you’s a customer

Not accustomed to how I’m on the cusp of greatness

And at the top of the food chain, I could hump the waitress and

How you do these dishes?

I’m truly vicious

I know you wish my life sucked and Death blew me kisses

But I’m extra closer to the Testarossa

The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer

You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to Jason?

A sick disease that cut into you like six degrees of separation

You’ll find it’s more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki’s

That any crime unit would be quick to seize

From some high rollers who are thick as thieves

Who love the top dog and how he flick his fleas

And I could give you food for thought before fricassee’s

Or I can just rub you out like two crickets' knees

They rather see me chatching murder charges

'stead of Jamaica at the SPA on my third massage

Living the life that’s in need of a narration

Give me the spotlight, you can keep the interrogation

At the sheriff station

And I swear if you tryna play the don

Think before you dive in murky waters with a megalodon