Tazy Coolando & WillZone - The Woah

Hey
Hey
Hey
Tell you just the truth
Until you feeling like you woke
And know the secrets of the whoa whoa
Even if I don't want you go
I support you and your choices
I still love you that's on my soul
Bammas famous for getting even
Pistols they let 'em blow
But the key to surviving
Is knowing when to let it go
Really speaking life into you
You not ready to be a ghost
You walked away they called it fear
But all I see is growth
Like bro too many soldiers
Died on the road
It was raining hard in Brightseat road
I pray to grow wise and old
I ain't got time
I'm busy on the road scoring
Ain't no time
To be broke chilling at home
Don't waste my time
If we betting then
Let's go all in
I ain't got time
I'm busy on the road scoring
Ain't no time
To be broke chilling at home
Don't waste my time
If we betting then
Let's go all in
Anytime I worry
Anytime I failed
Anytime I talk
It's not just for my health
Yes I work hard
And I still need me some help
It's been a while
Since I said how I felt
I had to flip on the card I was dealt
Moving in silence
I look out for self
Perfecting my craft
I won't end up on shelve
Focused on my children
Creating generational wealth
Me and twin made some beautiful babies
We're better as friends
I'll still treat her like my lady
Don't disrespect her
I'm telling you for your safety
Play with something safely
Tell your feeling good good
That Henny got her body moving
Like she hit the whoa whoa
Shivering like she cold
Got a stallion in my kitchen
She cutting up Tina snow
Fendi all on her body
Talking twenty-four hr woke
Play with her blicky
Why she nicknaming all my poles
Half of me want her
But the half of me don't
But the other half of me don't
You always talking about leaving me
Your girls encourage you
She tell therapy or spirituality
One or the two
I pray to god I never lose
Her by my side I never do
Lately I been feeling paranoid
Niggas moving so confusing
That's why I keep one in the chamber
Temperance of this loyalty
I don't even hold my tongue for strangers
But never would I forget to thank ya
Pressured situations
Could've ended up so fucking dangerous
These niggas nameless
I don't know none of em
If you don't like it then nigga do sum
Taking me off my focus
While I'm tryna get some new funds
While my bro keep getting caught up
With all of these fucking new guns
Dropping bread for my bro
In the feds shits inspiring
When you got the weight of the world
On ya shoulders it gets tiring
And the sudden disconnections
Start to feel like it's a timing thing
But bang my line you know
I'm known two realign some things
Tell them every action has a reaction
Or consequence
Can't be moving round with niggas
That be lacking common sense
That's real rap niggaz pillow talk
Be weary of them niggas preaching game
But never taken fault
Survival of the gifted
Cementing my name right at the top

Written by:
Timothy Furr Jr., Willie Brockington Sr.

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