Local Boy - BILLY

They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Couldn't do it for themselves
Couldn't do it with their friends
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Wrong side of the fence
They gon hafta wait again
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Took a swing and then a miss
Couldn't get a single hit
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Too much drama, what a mess
That ain't healthy for your head
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
They been praying he can fix it
I'm just praying for the kid
But y'all been preying on a kid
A lot been seeing thru that shit
New biz, new biz, that's the excuses? No
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Soon as you give em an inch
They take another eleven
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Soon as they see you advance
They going straight for your neck

Them are snakes boy
I can't fuck with fakes, boy
On the outs, case in point (woah)
They can't rock the same boy
Get cut out the frame boy
Really, what's the wait, boy? (Uh)

They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
They been hating for a minute
Couldn't shake the way they're feeling
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Blowing smoke up to the ceiling
Now they're gone with the wind
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Why they rush their decisions?
It make me question their intent
They been waiting on a win
They been waiting on a win
Everything so mid
Y'all ain't give yourselves a chance
They been waiting on a win
They been banking on a crib
15: 2, 4, 6 get skunked like Pepé
Big shoes, no Pesci
Rap game Buscemi
Life Big Pun heavy
You ain't never really ready
I feel like Bubbles in a semi
I feel like the glow up extensive
2018 Belly
Big wins, big cellies
Y'all simpin for the Caesar
Y'all mixing them feelings
Y'all hitting your ceiling
Y'all don't deal with your demons

Big mood up in the air
You know what time it is
Let me let go
So i can hold onto the finer things aye
Not pressed about shit i can't control
Get a blessing after lessons
Gratitude come from the soul, oh.
Y'all big cap like 5950
All surrounded in my camp
I got creative minds with me
And you're not fittin
Y'all stay stuck, potstickers
Y'all do not listen
Head in the sand, ostriches aye

Local boy the business aye
Can i get a witness aye
Son you reached your limit aye
Learn to play within it aye
This is for the critics aye
And the critics' critics aye
And the critics bitches who be
Playing with their feelings aye
Yakisoba dinner aye
Jerry buying Dickies aye
Just got Tommy Hillies they
The only ones that hittin, aye
Just cleaned up the kitchen aye
Time to roll a spliffy aye
This goes out to Billy aye
This goes out to Billy aye

Written by:
Kelvin Smoler

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