Wonka Songtext
von Jonwayne
Wonka Songtext
Who dare disturb me in my sleep?
You know my Z′s offer more than all the ABC's
And things I make you see might preoccupy your dreams, right?
Haven′t made a peep since like green light
And y'all afraid I might see light
And put my hands up like I'm prayin′ for a god to smite
I just need to write you
So siphon through this mic
So all my haters fuck off, eat shit, die
And subscribe to Tidal, the life of dogma rap
Gone from these gods and cats
I′m rainin' on you hoes like I′m sittin' behind your harness strap
Son, might just black out the map I write shit that could write the next almanac
Back to back, who the best? You the man
You can rap, you not black, who is that?
Who this man? What is that? What he doin′? Give me that
You can find him in the cut with a jimmy hat
Been a while since you heard from the maniac
Haven't done an interview in like two years
Haven′t left home in like two years
Haven't had a drink in like two years
Wonka with the gates
Didn't give a fuck for like two years
Follow the prince
You know that I′m ′bout to be king in like two years
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what you′re made of
'Til my competition laid up
And I′ll be the last one standin' here
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what you're made of
′Til my competition laid up
And I'll be the last one standin′ here
No, I'm not on Stones Throw, thought you′d know that by now
'Bout to build my compound, thought you'd know that by now
I make all my beats, I thought you′d know that by now
I′m one of the best rappers, don't you know that by now?
Authors is the label, thought you′d know that by now
They gon' paint me as a savior, thought you′d know that by now
I'm smarter than your average, thought you′d know that by now
I'm not afraid of you motherfuckers, don't you know that by now?
Don′t you know that by now? Don′t you know that by now?
I'm not afraid of you motherf— (Don′t you know that by now?)
No playin' me for a sucker, boy
Bringin′ the motherfuckin' ruckus, boy
Peep all the things that I′ve been doin' in the dark
With Daddy Kev and Mr. Sakonoye
Put me on the spot, I'll fuck it up
Kill it, bury it with all these Wonka bars
Had a wheel, tore it up, but not before
I signed it with all these battle scars
′Bout to come up through the ground
Willy Wonka with the gate open for a few
And if you with me, then step inside
And see what the hell I′ve been workin' on, shit
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain't golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what you're made of
′Til my competition laid up
And I'll be the last one standin' here
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what you′re made of
'Til my competition laid up
And I′ll be the last one standin' here
You know my Z′s offer more than all the ABC's
And things I make you see might preoccupy your dreams, right?
Haven′t made a peep since like green light
And y'all afraid I might see light
And put my hands up like I'm prayin′ for a god to smite
I just need to write you
So siphon through this mic
So all my haters fuck off, eat shit, die
And subscribe to Tidal, the life of dogma rap
Gone from these gods and cats
I′m rainin' on you hoes like I′m sittin' behind your harness strap
Son, might just black out the map I write shit that could write the next almanac
Back to back, who the best? You the man
You can rap, you not black, who is that?
Who this man? What is that? What he doin′? Give me that
You can find him in the cut with a jimmy hat
Been a while since you heard from the maniac
Haven't done an interview in like two years
Haven′t left home in like two years
Haven't had a drink in like two years
Wonka with the gates
Didn't give a fuck for like two years
Follow the prince
You know that I′m ′bout to be king in like two years
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what you′re made of
'Til my competition laid up
And I′ll be the last one standin' here
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what you're made of
′Til my competition laid up
And I'll be the last one standin′ here
No, I'm not on Stones Throw, thought you′d know that by now
'Bout to build my compound, thought you'd know that by now
I make all my beats, I thought you′d know that by now
I′m one of the best rappers, don't you know that by now?
Authors is the label, thought you′d know that by now
They gon' paint me as a savior, thought you′d know that by now
I'm smarter than your average, thought you′d know that by now
I'm not afraid of you motherfuckers, don't you know that by now?
Don′t you know that by now? Don′t you know that by now?
I'm not afraid of you motherf— (Don′t you know that by now?)
No playin' me for a sucker, boy
Bringin′ the motherfuckin' ruckus, boy
Peep all the things that I′ve been doin' in the dark
With Daddy Kev and Mr. Sakonoye
Put me on the spot, I'll fuck it up
Kill it, bury it with all these Wonka bars
Had a wheel, tore it up, but not before
I signed it with all these battle scars
′Bout to come up through the ground
Willy Wonka with the gate open for a few
And if you with me, then step inside
And see what the hell I′ve been workin' on, shit
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain't golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what you're made of
′Til my competition laid up
And I'll be the last one standin' here
Wonka with the gates
I′ma show you what I want to
Yeah, a handful could come through
And you know that ticket ain′t golden, boy
Wonka with the gates
I'ma show you what you′re made of
'Til my competition laid up
And I′ll be the last one standin' here
Writer(s): Fabius L. A. Fabian Lenssen, Marco Milan, Sebastien Franck Clau Aumiphin, Antony Nunez Haynes, Gabriel Toncelli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
