XV - Willy Wonkavator lyrics

[Produced by J. Cole] [XV] Look at the beats that I done buried Tell me I can't bless this like five Hail Mary's Dead is so grateful that I'mma have to tell Jerry Clearly, I'm still going unaware of the unwary Yeah, haters stay imaginary as five fairies in the library Eating on snozzberries, say, I rarely got the city on my back You Lisa Simpson n***as need to get off my saxs I rep that deuce one. Blackjack Riding and I'm lifting up my hood like a hatchback Whipping in my hot wheel, ain't riding on no snap track I'm after Slum Dog Millions, you after Kat Stacks Better wear a condom and a hazmat b**hes waste my time I wouldn't give ‘em in a flashback Rappers fill they flash drives with whack tracks Couldn't break a record with a gla** plaque Motherf**er, that's that, I bag hunnies like MCM n***a Championship ballin like Wimbledon n***a The dudes that talk big, I never envy them n***as They been lying since forever like MGM n***a It's hard to quit the bull, they be on some Jordan sh** 'Cause when you really do it, you don't choose it, you were born in it So I do it for my FAM and you, Florida sh** And I'mma k** a n***a on some Dexter Morgan sh** I promise mama that college just wasn't for the kid ‘Cause I'm after the trophies you don't box up in storages Nobody ever sing my praises Amazing now I'm hopping up on stages where they all singing my choruses Said f** a job, now all I do is f**ing work Like a naughty secretary or a s*utty nurse Got the last laugh on people who acted funny first Hungry like the homeless but I never spit a bummy verse Signed with Warner, now I got that Bugs Bunny smirk What up Doc? Seven's Spock and I'm a younger Kirk Stay with hard lines like a Modern Warfare perk And always throwing up my city until my tummy hurt Dynamite life, let's have a blast all over these bars, put it on my tab Gunning for the roses and I'm strumming like Slash I don't toot my own horn, I brought the whole bra** Put my bars on the graph, everything's proportion ‘Cause I never spit no trash, these are worth a fortune ‘Cause n***as throw me a** cap, they need Aflac Conceited about my good tracks, I always get a bad rap I plot my winds just like it to wear a gas mask And my gear is high end like giraffe a** I'm after that dollar, almost four quarters And Warner's about to put me in the last half Now watch they stock just go up Your album dropping soon, tell em hold up Vizzy lifting drinks, tell em pour up My Willy Wonkavator bout to go up