Waves

Yeah You remember back in the days when niggas used to rock waves and shit? When like, yo, I had the fucking 360s, my nigga Like, nobody in the hood was fucking with my shit And that's real shit Uh, since '9-5, momma been working nine-five And I know the landlord fed up with our lies So we pray to the Gods, the Jahs, and the Allahs To keep us safe and watch our lives 'Cause all we tryna do is do good Put on my hood when I walk through hoods 'Cause these niggas these days is loco You'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a local Yeah, that's why I'm tryna go global Yeah, that's why I'm tryna be a mogul And I'm hopeful that me spittin' it soulful will have me in the Daily Postal Flying coastal eatin' tofu Like I told you, I know niggas who trash rappin' Worried bout the trendin' fashions rather than ascendin' passion They want me send 'em tracks but I just send 'em laughter Right after I start laughin', they start askin' "What happened?" But back to the chapter Momma told me follow dreams, should never have to ask her, to So that's what I do, became an MC master Since then it's been a disaster for you and your favorite rapper Go ahead ask 'em "Who is Joey Bad?" Watch 'em gasp, asthma, damn it's so sad He paused the chatter 'cause he know he rather back up Than to admit the kid is hotter than magma But fuck it, you gotta give credit where it's due 'Cause you ain't gon' like the karma when it's set up on you It can get you on your medical, fuck you up in the decimals Or get you two to three for residue found it your retinal, uh And they told me not to be so complex Dumb it down to accomplish articles in Complex And The Source, alfredo of course There I go again, steppin' out of line, runnin' off course I heard reports that it's like sexual intercourse With your thoughts when I talk about the shoes in which I walk For it is not faux, nor false that this kid from the north Speaks with forced supports of reinforced assaults I'm sure by now you can assume he never lost Unless with some form of divorce, or a corpse Born boss no days off, child labor Let me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes What rap audience ain't ready for is a real person You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A I'm coming at 'em 100 percent real, I ain't compromisin' nothin' Anybody that talk about me got problems, you know what I'm sayin' It's gonna be straight-up, like if I was a street person That's how I'm comin' at the whole world And I'm being real about it and I'ma grow with my music Yeah, but it's far from over Won't stop 'til I meet Hova and my momma's in a Rover 'Til I'm an owner of the world's finest motors I blow like supernova in your daughter's room on a poster Known as history's biggest musical composer No disrespect to Bob Mar, but yeah, another stoner Marijuana my odor, and when I get older Hope my spermatozoa from my scrotum intercepts an ovum Like three times, have three kids, I hope Me and wifey can show 'em not to make the same mistakes You know? That we did I hope they acknowledge the knowledge 'cause, yeah, they gon' need it 'Cause when my parents tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive it Couldn't believe it, 'til I saw with my own pupils Felt bad when I learned that their advice was truly useful But fuck it, only made us as human beings more mutual Even though over time, my punishments they grew more crucial Should use the word brutal, 'cause my parents mad strict Hope one day I'll attract the likes of even Madlib Go gold on mad shit and hear my songs mastered Until then, all I can do is imagine Imagine I'ma make it all happen