Waves [Prod. By Freddie Joachim]

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

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 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 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 coming at 'em a hundred percent real; I ain't compromising Nathan.

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'mma grow with my music

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 supernovas 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 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, 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