Wait is Over
Y'all niggas wanted me to go to jail right
Y'all wished the judge gave me a
Lot of years didn't y'all fucking haters
What y'all going to do now
Y'all can't kill me
The wait is over bitch I'm back
Haters see my face and almost
Had a heart attack
When they arrested me they was all with that
But when they let me free
They all went into cardiac
Its like our welcome home party
You home, brought Meek home philly we did it
Flamerz
The wait is over bitch I'm back
Haters see my face and almost
Had a heart attack
When they arrested me they was all with that
But when they let me free
They all went into cardiac
The wait is over, the wait is over
Cooked crack I'm about to bubble
Like I'm baking soda
Like I'm in the race but I'm chasing
Hottest in America ya I'm about
To take it over
Mr hottest in the United States
Swagger on a million my flow
Be on outer space
I'm snatching rapping niggas out their place
Eenie meenie miney moe knock them
All out of the way
Hit that nigga Drake, call Wheezy up
My niggas move them birds too call Jeezey up
Ask them if they're playing ball
See if they're cheap enough
Pac-Man of the rap game
Trail them all eat 'em up
Get money play for gang green
And my niggas get it too
We're on the same team
Had 100, 000 fans when I was eighteen
That's why these haters want to
See me die like Beijing
The wait is over bitch I'm back
Haters see my face and almost
Had a heart attack
When they arrested me they was all with that
But when they let me free
They all went into cardiac
The wait is over, the wait is over
Cooked crack I'm about to bubble
Like I'm baking soda
Like I'm in the race but I'm chasing
Hottest in America ya I'm about
To take it over
I was in the jail
Cell thinking about millions
Talking about the game and when I
Touch it I'mma kill them
Rapper keep an eye on your
Fans before I steal them
Cause in the end I'mma win
You niggas just the pilgrims
Watch me, just wait 'til my shit drop
Be on a thousand tracks and never
Wait for a pit stop
I'm hard body shooting straight
For the big shot
Audemar Piguet thirty piece for
The wrist watch ya, somebody call Kiss cause
He'll watch me kill
The game and say he never say shit
I put on for my city, make sure we all rich
Open up the door and do some
Biggie on some small shit
The wait is over bitch I'm back
Haters see my face and almost
Had a heart attack
When they arrested me they was all with that
But when they let me free
They all went into cardiac
The wait is over, the wait is over
Cooked crack I'm about to bubble
Like I'm baking soda
Like I'm in the race but I'm chasing
Hottest in America ya I'm about
To take it over
Flamerz 3 baby, we home
Matter fact I might get on
My '95 '96 Dram shit
Throw the ski goggles on my head or something
These the Louies though meek, you feel me?
