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letra de that's wassup - wiser observer

[intro]
yeah (w-ssup, w-ssup)
yeah (w-ssup)

[verse 1: wiser observer]
tell them you’re a rapper and they’ll ask you were you going
they say the money flow don’t come from flowing
bible speaks, you reap deep what you’re sowing
so i keep flowing like the streams, keep my trees on growing
you can leave, you can stay, imma keep on going
you can laugh you can mock, imma keep on showing
every rapper, every artist, every parent, every coward, every power, every tower every minute of the hour
i am hashtag hage and so is my president
hashtag bep, that’s a shout out where my money went
might not make a milli, like my n-gga p diddy
but i’m hoping that the see me just, trying to set a precedent
and lord god keep me safe on my path
i surrender my plans
‘cos you gave me the plan
you can ask every man, who’s a rapper or fan
with some work and some prayer that you can

[hook: wiser observer & benjamin brukman] x2
wiser bra?
w-ssup?
how you doing, man, w-ssup?
gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting, gotta keep rhyming that’s w-ssup
gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying, gotta keep riding that’s w-ssup
gotta keep shinging that’s w-ssup
gotta keep flying that’s w-ssup

[verse 2: wiser observer]
i’ve been rapping for a minute
so these rappers will never catch me slipping
tripping
these rappers tripping on my spitting
step up to me, you gon’ end up missing
spent my whole high school wishing
for a better life, better skies better kites
you never thought the boy from your high school cl-sses
(tuma raps?)
thick books, thick gl-sses would ever end up rapping
i could never get a girl’s time of day
now they asking, “hi, tuma. what time today?”
i’m not saying that i’m big enough or balling up, but k!lling other rappers makes you confident
now it’s cigarettes, ciroc and cinderellas
i spit, i rain, rihanna, man, umbrellas
they all doubt ’till the music they taste it
then it’s like, “sh-t, motherf-cker might make it”

[hook: wiser observer & benjamin brukman] x2
wiser bra?
w-ssup?
how you doing, man, w-ssup?
gotta keep grinding, gotta keep fighting, gotta keep rhyming that’s w-ssup
gotta keep whyling, gotta keep trying, gotta keep riding that’s w-ssup
gotta keep shining that’s w-ssup
gotta keep flying that’s w-ssup

[verse 3: wiser observer]
and some days i don’t want to write
i like, old series on tv, my onsie, my beanie and turning up at night
i might, get the urge to give up on the fight
but streaming namtv, my favourite cds got me acting right
got me writing lyrics all night
flowing’s in my genes, but the jeans small so the flow so tight
grinding, writing, rhyming ’till i’m getting paid right
till these n-ggas can’t measure up, checking their heights
still waiting on blowing up like dynamite
big crowds, hand throwing up, turning up right
club lights, drinks pouring up
dark-skinned queens showing up
light-skinned queens showing up
turning mainstream ’till my fans had enough
’till they say they miss the old me
“wiser’s music was free
now he raps about gee and gs and mercedes”
woah, i can’t wait for growing up

[outro: wiser observer]
not as deep this time

- wiser observer

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