Black Folk

Chorus Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake Get the fuck up out my face, what you say Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Woop, woop Wasted, wasted Verse 1 Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah Who knew failure make you better My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh, back and forth Fast life, got the rock, mane, it's a ball game Cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang Court case, nigga, shell case, it's a heat wave Done for, killed the whole flow, no need for encore I run this, I'd rather gun shit, I'll hit the function I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted I knows it, somehow I lost it, the way I folded The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen The water is where we crossed it and got to build it With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing in, uh Chorus Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake Get the fuck up out my face, what you say Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Woop, woop Wasted, wasted Verse 2 Well, I got it, it was great 'Til you know, then you start to hate You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is, He fake Talking 'bout, I'll pay you back, bitch, do that with your down payment All that damn hating, I'm better at love-making Tryna stay positive out of negative energy Nigga, don't play with me You must think my loyalty slavery, uh Outro Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted