Wave Gods

Hold up and analyze Come on, get on, get some Listen close as I prove my point (We do our thing, son) yeah Hold up and analyze (we're more solid) Come on, get on, get some (yeah) Listen close as I prove my point (Ready to make an entrance so back on up) yeah No comparison we more solid than they are (uh) Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh) Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God (yeah) Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day My old lady call me baby, told her, "Pardon my age" 12 shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets Break her heart and break her pockets Takin' notes like guidance counselors Aristocrat like the Chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up Tryna invest in all my G's before we rest in peace 'Cause we sure to rest in peace The rest is set the record set, as soon as I release The rumors be I roam the streets with no security They know a nigga overseas (uh) Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (yeah, yeah) Might've peeped the billboards 50 feet when out in traffic Starin' at a nigga picture, shit, you bound to crash it No comparison, we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God (Hold up and analyze) Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal (Come on, get on, get some) Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that Mom dukes had us Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts Crewneck by McQueen go nuts Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8 It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me Watchin' Video Music Box sittin' close to the TV I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G Got my first pair of J's, thought I was 2-3 (Air) Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace 'Cause we sure to rest in peace My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dimepiece I might buy her a piece of property You might've had some joints but ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen No comparison, we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God (Come on, get on, get some) Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal (We do our things son) (Listen close as I prove my point) Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy Tell Hit we got a hit, ah Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah