Waiting 4 My Downfall

(*talking*) Ha-ha, I know what y'all thinking mayn Naw, it's not gon happen homie Y'all already know what it is, Chamillitary mayn Most hated and most anticipated, in the streets Know I'm saying yours truely, (Southern Smoke) [Hook] Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy Haters keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy They pray and pray, for my downfall You can pray and pray, for my down naw [Chamillionaire] If you can bet a big fold, you better bet a big fold Cause I know my album better, than whoever thinks know For them Screw Heads, said they like it better when slowed Get blowed, if you the type that like it better when thoed Yella thick hoes, with them yellow kit toes Love the way my necklace looking, like the yellow brick road So they tip-toe, to my hotel tell me no Dorothy don't wanna click her feet, then Koopa tell her get home Wanna stay with Chamill', cause he's real it's not a tail No imaginary drug scale, or made up client-tail Wack, weak, or sorry, then the question asked is who Could it be it's not me, cause King Koopa is the truth Ain't gotta be a Sherlock, trying to figure out a clue Since it's not me, the evidence will probably point at you Sound of Revenge get it right, I put that life back in your life Probably drop another one later and put that life back in it twice Uh-uh, I'm so cocky it's irritating But it wouldn't be irritating, to any nigga that isn't hating This is not a imitation, plexers get a invitation Chamillitary radio, if you don't like it switch the station But you won't cause you do, so just admit it while I bring it I'm the best rapper, not a punchline, nigga I mean it Uh niggas hating, I ain't even really tripping In the South, when they open that mouth I zip em But sometimes, I be in a tough position Cause the track listen'er, might tell you that I'm still dissing Even when I'm not dissing, but I'm like so what They can feel the way they feel, as long as they just keep it shut But what-what, I see the new Source and open it up And I'm like what hol' up, I don't mean to interrupt But let me stop myself, before the drama turn to havoc I get back in the streets, and let these stunting faggots have it Go back to what you doing, riding dick and tossing salad While I'm crawling like a crab, and yelling ballin' is a habit baby [Hook]