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Blackout
Don’t wait, don’t wait
Go away, love.
No way, no way
They gon’ break me down,
I’m Wendell, not Elijah
Now I’m back in the track with a little bit of piece on my mind,
Come and get a taste of the Khan.
You think it is easy,
So we rap and we get rich,
Pop a bottle in the club, man we so damn chill.
But the real life is actually a *****.
You work your ass out,
People with no background mess with your shit,
You ain’t done nothing *****
I paved the way that you walking in
You put your evil deeds all in my biz.
But it takes more than just words
Crushing my spirit,
You getting all on my nerves
Let’s take a look around what I did.
Set the truths all out in a bit,
Get the cred from my hometown heroes worked on my solo shit,
Everybody around, that’s my doing.
You can name me Scott cause I put the glue in it.
Monumental lyricism, wrote a thesis on it,
Never did a record for the streams.
My job is to daydream, kill the labels in beat.
Silence is reversed in my bloodstream,
My name literally means the king.
So you don’t wanna **** with Da’Hakan
I go crazy in a heartbeat.
You should know better not to be ****ing with me *****.
Don’t wait, don’t wait
Go away, love.
No way, no way
They gon’ break me down,
Waiting for my downfall
Praying on my eyes closed
Thinking we be blacked out
I’m Wendell, not Elijah
Thinking we be blacked out
Lemme take a look at you,
Wanna ****in’ wild out.
But we stranded in the hometown
Yeah, guess we livin’ off the grid now.
And nobody ever love, nothing more than a fake *****
And on the telly, all the same shit
Like, we livin’ off this *****, like
We livin’ off this *****, like,
We spend to make her rich
But Imma get ahead, don’t you blackout
For my step alone, like a hit-run
I’ll be twenty-four, and you’ll want more,
Catch me home alone, I be down for
Some quick shit,
But then you outta ****in’ wishlist
All the actin’ like a ****in’ mistress,
Had me gettin’ ready for the next trip.
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Don’t wait, don’t wait
Go away, love.
No way, no way
They gon’ break me down,
Waiting for my downfall
Praying on my eyes closed
Thinking we be blacked out
I’m Wendell, not Elijah
Thinking we be blacked out
And we pump the gas till we burn out, till we burn out
