Joey BADA$$ - Waves Lyrics
[Verse 1]Since nine five, momma been working nine fiveAnd I know the landlord fed up with our liesSo we pray to the Gods, the Jahs, and the AllahsTo keep us safe and watch our livesCause all we tryna do is do goodPut on my hood when I walk through hoodsCause these niggas these days is locoYou'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a localYeah, that's why I'm tryna go globalYeah, that's why I'm tryna be a mogulAnd I’m hopeful that me spittin' it soulful will have me in the Daily PostalFlying coastal eatin' tofuLike I told you I know niggas who trash rappin'Worried bout the trendin' fashions rather than descendin' passionThey want me send em checks but I just send em laughterRight after I start laughin'They start askin' “what happened?"I’m back to the chapterMomma told me follow dreams and never have to ask her, toSo that’s what I doBecame an MC masterSince then it’s been a disaster for youAny favorite rapper go ahead ask em"Who is Joey Bad?"Watch em grasp, asthmaDamn it’s so sadHe paused the chatter cause he know he rather back upThan to admit the kid is hotter than magmaBut ***** it, you gotta give credit where it's dueCause you ain't gon' like the karma when it's set up on youIt can get you on your medical***** you up in the decimalsOr get you 2 to 3 for residue found it your retinalAnd they told me not to be so complexDumb it down to accomplish articles in ComplexAnd The Source, alfredo of courseThere I go againSteppin out of line, runnin' off courseI heard reports that is like sexual intercourse with your thoughtsWhen I talk about the shoes in which I walkFor it is not force nor falseThat this kid from the NorthSpeaks with false reports to reinforce the sourceI'm sure by now you can assume he never lostUnless it was some form of divorce, or a corpseBorn boss no days off, child laborLet me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes[Interlude: Tupac Speaking]What, what the rap audience ain't ready for, is a real personYou 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 overWon't stop til' I meet Hova and my momma's in a RoverTil' I'm an owner of the world's finest motorsI blow like super novas in your daughter's room on a posterKnown as history's biggest musical composerNo disrespect to Bob Mar, yeah, another stonerMarijuana my older, and when I get olderHope my spermatozoa from my scrotum enters septum ovumLike 3 timesHave 3 kids, I hope, Me and Wife can show 'em not to make the same mistakes that we didI hope they acknowledge the knowledge cuz yeah, they 'gon need itCuz when my fam tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive itCouldn't believe itTill I saw with my own pupilsFelt bad when I learned that the advice was truly usefulBut ***** it, only made us as human beings more mutualEven though over time, our punishments they grew more crucialSo use the word brutal, cuz my parents mad strictHope one day I'll attracts the likes of even MadlibGo call a mansionThey hear my songs, Mad stiffUntil then, all I can do is imagineImagineI'mma make it all happen
