Worth The Wait (BarelyAnyHook Remix)

V1
I want this. on the record
All of the progress, all of my time and effort
All of the marked calendars
All of the corners scribbling rhymes in textbooks
Funny now, I’m a metric, uh
Funny how at the time they called it extra
Long anonymous checklist
None of em read the signs, the boy was destined
Funny how karma checks us
All of us
Even the kind, it’s called regret, you asshole
Guess I needed more time to question
49 karat pressure
Precious
But now that I’m in this I’m feeling like I’m in on perspective, mh
That nobody nowhere is snatching my shine when I craft my set list
I’m ditching the double-breasted
Acting reckless
Get high wasted and jet lagged
At the let out
Exhale greatness as I’m bench pressing my hellhounds
And blow Hades hair out
They hit the lights, it might go 80s warehouse, baby swear down
I think of all this on the toilet while I’m dropping bare pounds
He who dealt it handing me keys the Rari goes yeow
Like Cardi
Constipation cuz shit ain’t started
My backlog about to hit niggas sideways
I promise
And judging by the public
I’m more concerned about visa fees than the timing of it
I weave my fears into fanciful chords
Might craft a rapport, a dialogue
Even inspire more
Help me find a core audience
City’s ripest
Sweet tart like ciders
Juicy
Excuse me
I’m on the move please

[Verse 2]
Nigga who’d think
Cold pressed Nuli, hand on a booty
The irony in the music
The juvee from JS2C
That senior slapped at the fountain
Keep dropping slappers profusely like water
Niggas don’t know the two quarters
So in the court of appeal, it’s never a case in contest
One it, hundred like customer care
Eye on December, don’t miss the clause like the contract is clear
Shoot for the stars, land on a stage and then snuff it from there
More hungry freestyles at radio station
When every song I’m on an occasion, Tippex your playlist
I’m making it
That’s that either way, ay
That’s no piece of cake, ay
That’s that Seabass BBQ and Concert on the way ay
That’s that ego chase, wait
Pronounce that Igbo way, ay
That’s that 3/4 lanes ay
That’s Lekki toll gate, ay
Dey my dey, day by day
So long as you don't front on me