I didn't rely on these fools I picked up a brick And then I stepped foot in the trap Book me a Airbnb I step in the place I turn studios into traps I'm with her for the night This bitch is bluffing If she thinks that she could just enter my life
It comes with the press I'm sitting down getting faced Halfway across the map Mommy, I'm making it big Mommy, I'm making these racks I had to give out a box like a Zuma to make it, now you know
Immigrant child never had it so easy, ah, now you know Crossy, I says
What do you say?
It's okay.
I do what mommy says.
Told her it'll be okay.
You should just go and pray.
Everything's going okay.
I'm not the one to go blame.
She fell in love with a kid.
Don't forget.
That's it, come on.
What do you say?
And those who wait on the Lord
Those who wait on the Lord shall have their strength renewed.
They will gain wings to fly like an eagle They run, never get tired
Those who wait on the Lord.
So have their strength renewed.
