Joey Bada$$ - Waves lyrics

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 '95, 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 in your retinal
Uh, 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 yeah

What the rap audience ain't ready
For is a real person
You know what I wanna say: a real N-IG-G-A
I'm coming at 'em 100% real
I ain't compromising naythin'
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'ma grow with my music

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 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 three times, have three kids
I hope me and my wife can show 'em not to
Make the same mistakes you know that we did
I hope they acknowledge the knowledge
Cause yeah, they gon' need it
Cause when my parents tried to tell me
I just wouldn't receive it
Couldn't believe it
Till 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
Cause 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'ma make it all happen