Wave Time 2 (feat. CHIP & Nafe Smallz)

Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher" But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks And free my niggas that all of the police took I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia I had to put them on a wave time Ozone space time Six figure nigga, chain on me when I stage dive (Ooh) I stay running up these cheques on my day grind And I'm never switching up sides, I'm with the same slides I'm with the K9's, we ain't on no playtime Shopping with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline Beat it, I never eat it, if she ate mine Deep shit but they don't deep it until the drapes fly Song shit, I put my heart and soul into it baby Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me No stress, I went from homeless to gettin' paid G (Out) Outside we did the frontline when shit's crazy Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me Life in these streets, it can turn a boy brazy (Yeah) She sent me nudes like she working for page three I get this cake like my first name Paigey (Lets go) Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher" But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks And free my niggas that all of the police took I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up That's why my niggas toasting every time we meet up Man I been rapping so long, should put my feet up But would the game be the same without me? Huh (Me, huh) Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers (Love hers) She just want a London boy on top of covers (Covers) Told shawty we can- we can't be lovers (Lovers) Tryna beat, so gimme brain, I got no rubbers Flavours, you don't know 'bout grub my G That's not Cali, you got bumped my G Weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit bro Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke No sike, Chippy grew up in a tough hood So every time I hear "Die Young", I touch wood More money, more gyal, more peace in life Might get a massage in my sheets tonight Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher" But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks And free my niggas that all of the police took I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia