Couldn’t Wait for It

[Chorus: Blxst] Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin' It's just different when it's a self-made story And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh [Verse 1: Blxst] I don't really stress over pressure, I think big Who am I if I don't take it further than Nip did? Had dreams of being an owner since this big Gotta set the bar even higher and switch gears We don't do this shit for the prize, we affect lives Gotta put that shit to the side, like what's pride? We gon' live forever 'cause never respect dies You ain't gotta like it but better respect mine It ain't a question, I thank God, I'm blessed with a great squad I'm grateful for Tru mom, I promise to make time Circle of great minds, no way that we can't shine Believe it, bet they gon' love the Evgle in due time I noticed they gon' knock every mountain we do climb But the real ones lookin' back on the grind like, "'Bout time" I'm still forever humble, in front is a pound sign They could never doubt mine, forever we outside [Chorus: Blxst & Rick Ross] Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin' It's just different when it's a self-made story And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes (Yes) Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] The love is genuine, thugs are innocent Compassion'll never last, get ended just like a sentence I'm pullin' up in a Bent' (Skrr), knowin' my money straight They lookin' all through the tint, imagine what's in the safe (Haha) I blew my new bitch a kiss, caught it just like a case Six Cartiers on my wrist, I'm a martyr for Modern Day (Boss) Top down, all I blast is Marvin Gaye (Ooh) Ask Blxst 'cause Blxst got all the ladies The money get complicated so we go on vacations The yacht a million a day, champagne and PlayStations Bottles still all black, club still all packed I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that Trust me we all rich, such a small clique Refferred to as The Biggest, so must be cautious, uh Ain't no ceiling 'cause I put it in the trunk (Huh) What's twenty million? (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) I'ma spend that in a month (Woo) [Chorus: Blxst] Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin' It's just different when it's a self-made story And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh