Wait!

[Intro: YRN Rara]
Yeah, ha, we back
Hollywood Summer
Ayy, brr, woo
Ahahahahahahaha, hahahaha-
Yeah, hahaha, ayy
It's Chelsea Baby
Jay, Jay

[Verse 1: Jay Hollywood & YRN Rara]
Jay, where you been?
In the booth, been confessing my sins, what’s the cost?
I seen Empire State getting lost
I ran through the smoke, now Quebec is my opps
City on fire, I just sent Kieran beats, he inspired
Edit this movie, my nigga, I'm tired
Perry, Okonma, my nigga, I'm Tyler
Rod in the cut, he the plug, I’m the wire
Singin' his hooks, made these whiteys his choir
Noah his name, he got flood for the fire
Washed it over, I just watch and admire
Take my time, man, I'm not in a rush
Moral status only Violet I trust
Follow rules or you get left in the dust
I don't listen, I'm not giving a-
Wait, I can never tell a nigga he lost
You can never a nigga I'm bought
Tell these hoes that I don't move on they clock
Chelsea Baby, I been right by the rocks
Doing class and then I run down the block
Roc Nation sitting in my backyard
Made album of the year for my healing myself
He ain't do it for these niggas’ applause
Working out, so put the music on pause
Out of shape, well, I’ve been proving 'em wrong
Eva told me I should get better sleep
Rather bench so I can humble a treesh
Jay Holly, I’m too hot in the streets
You will never catch me slaving for streams
It's a miracle we able to dream
Tarantino, way I'm making these beats, nigga, please

[Chorus: Jay Hollywood]
Wait on
My soul (My soul), I know (I know)
Put on pause (Put on pause), for my soul (For my soul)
Let me heal (Let me heal), let me go (Let me go)
Let me fly (Let me fly), let me try (Let me try)
Spread my wings (Spread my wings), to the sky (Oh my God)
I done died (I done died), I revived (I revived)
I'm alive (I’m), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jay Hollywood & YRN Rara, both]
Tryna trap, I ain't taking the bait
Where the fix, man? They people ain't ate
They be asking bro "What do I say?"
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait
They be coming and grabbing a plate
Everyone want a piece of the cake
But they don't wanna get in the race
Tell these niggas that they gotta wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, tell these niggas that they gotta wait
Taking my time to go make something great
Drop every week and your songs sound the same
Four bar and loop, it don't have any shame
45 on me, I'm back in the game
I was just grieving, not taking a break
So, tell these niggas that they gotta wait, Jay

[Outro: YRN Rara]
Yeah, nigga
We back
The wait is officially over, so
Hollywood Radio on 89 FM, ya feel me?
My name is YRN Rara, I'm your host
We got some great shows lined up, it's summer, baby
Turn on that AC, we bringing the heat all season, ya feel me?
That's it... school's out, bitches!