Lyrics to Encore 07 : Thank you Thank you for coming out tonight Ladies and gentle men I am the president of Dirty Money Records (what the hell are you waiting for) New York City (chyea)
Who you know fresher than Nick Riddle me that Mammi you itty bitty Can’t mirror me back Everybody gon see where I’m lyrically at Used to hate Nicki now they giving me dap I live and I learn but I wait my turn I’m always on the run got weight to burn Ease off the gas then I make a turn Three off the pass they don’t play like her Why I can’t just be ill Why when they see me bitches gotta go “ew” Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills Why I'm this hot and still didn’t get a deal (chea)
The rain and the pain I done paid my dues I’m ready for da game I done laced my shoes Everything I say believe I’m gon do Came out the coop petite with tall boots
Can I get a encore I know you want more I know you sick of all them girls They’re such a bore But it’s my time I need ya'll to roar Its my time I need ya'll to roar (what the hell are you waiting for) After me there shall be no more It’s my time I need ya'll to roar (what the hell are you waiting for)
Look what you made me do Look what I made for you Knew when I paid my dues That I would aim for you Straight from the streets of Queens and yet it seems The only thing they know is that I push a beam All they sees a pretty face How I ride the base So I put my hoodie down just to hide my face They don’t see the tears I cry, the fears I hide Told me keep my cares inside, it’s merely pride Like my grandmother, I wonder if she next to pop Said the next time I seen her she would be in a box (damn) She was right, she was dead right How was I to know that would be her last night (last night) If I could turn back the time Dear god, somehow could you press rewind Wont come when I call, but he just in time So I come when he call, like I’m next in line When you got something good why the devil gotta ruin it Guess she never know I be the best bitch doin it
(Tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don’t know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow Every step that I take is another mistake to you Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow And every second I waste is more than I can take I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there I’ve become so tired so much more aware I’m becoming this all I want to do As be more like me and be less like you I’ve become so numb)
Can I get a encore I know you want more (I’ve become so numb) But it’s my time I need ya'll to roar It’s my time I need ya'll to roar