Expectations

[Hook: 50 cal Z] Expectations people counting on me Expectations what can I be Expectations they never end So fuck em and move on again [Verse 1: E Straight] Coach sayin I'm the best one on the team Expectin me to go 20 more rounds in the ring Just gonna tell you that’s not my thing Don't mean I won't be on top Nbs still gonna make it hot We gonna bring our heater Take the highest spot We been workin towards this Didn't just come to us when smokin' pot Your expectations should be high Just like that blazed guy Expect me to no longer be shy Expect nbs to take off and fly Well at least expect us to try We gonna be 5star meals u gonna be potatoes that needs to fry Just stand there and watch us drive by Just lettin you know/that's what you should expect Cuz that bitch king gotta go/eject/we gonna shoot up like my dick/erect Ha-ha that line just ends this verse/perfect But I ain't endin on that note/it’s now time to reflect Nbs does it smart with the most dialect Fuckin pussys that’s what you should expect [Verse 2: 50 Cal Z] Man fuck that I got no coach But what I got is a pile of ho’s Waitin for me in my basement Fuck with me get your face slit Cause I got expectations that will be fulfilled Just like B.I.G/ i got sick wordplay and im so ill Call the ambulance/ cause im about to throw up All these genius lyrics up The expectations of goin to the top Will be completed whetha u like it or not Won’t be defeated say hi to my gun and meet it Accept defeat When you battling me Get ready to bleed/ or see/ a new breed That ya need/ in this game/ can't tame Us/ too fast so eat my dust It’s a must/to be a genius Shit clean this Dead body off the floor That’s too many to count anymore Id expect you to do that While I put my beanie on and continue to rap On this track Nbs got my back I can’t move I don’t need to be energetic Just get on e straights song and kill it He expects that from me So I’ll give him dope / V-E-R-S-E/ You can be jack/ I’ll be peter pan Takin bitches to neverland Where I can say whatever I want That’s enough!/ im sick of this shit My expectations are limitless You Shaq at the free throw line/ CHOKE literally your about to die Hands on ya neck/ suffocation/ assassination/ dehydration/ altercation/ But you don’t speak/ Ill kill someone on Christmas eve/ Wrap em up in a gift/ give it to my worst enemy/ Instead of a message in a bottle/ I got a model wrapped up dead/ She is givin me head/ While im shootin my gun/ Shootin 2 things at once into bitches that’s fun/ But you expect me to kill Fuck you I’ll let em live I control my own life not this dumb ass bitch/ [Hook: 50 cal Z]