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    "Expectations" Lyrics

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    [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]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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