Joey Badass - Waves

[Intro] Yea You remember back in the days when you used to rocks waves and shit When like...yo I had the fucking 360 my nigga Like nobody in the hood was fucking my shit And that's real shit [Verse 1] Since nine five, 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 grasp, 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 2 to 3 for residue found it your retinue 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 [Interlude: 2Pac Speaking] What, what the 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 comin' at 'em a hundred percent real. I ain't compromisin' nothin' Anybody that talk about me got problems. You know what I'm sayin'? It's gon' be straight up like if I was a street person. That's how I'm comin' at the whole world, and I'm bein' real about it and I'mma grow wit' my music [Verse 2] 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 super novas 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 3 times, have 3 kids, I hope Me & wife can show em not to make the same mistakes you know that we did I hope they acknowledge the knowledge cuz yeah, they 'gon need it Cuz 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 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, cuz 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'mma make it all happen