Waves (Remix) Ft. Jo$ef Lyrics
(Intro: Big Micro)
What? Bitch, Lil Micro you know I can go deep
Following the crowd boy, you must be a sheep
Switching lanes you know that this frog took a leap
On the side where you walk cause I'm running the street
(Verse 1: Big Micro)
Yeah, My back feeling really heavy cause everything is on me
I'm bout to bust a load like that shit is really kamikaze
Ay, I just want some beef I'm talking bout that real salami
I Just want a peace I'm talking bout that real ghandi
Gave a bitch a pill now call me bill Cosby
These bitches really bitches
Talking shit had to unclog
These bitches really bitches
But I am that dog
I just been thinking way bigger
Flash in front of my eyes like a picture
(Bridge: Axel)
Wishing for Martin's like Lawrence
Problem with lawyers
Money from fathers
They should be churches
Thanks to daddy they got on yeezys and forces
Don't know what work is
And Every time they pass by that shit hurts us
Because we don't know a life aside from working
We see that shit and all we do is grow jealous
Won't even look at us why..
(Verse 2: Axel)
Too hot scared to drop
Yeah I gave a fuck
Rapping from the jump
Trynna make a job
I can bust a flow
You can play that back
I'll start from scratch
Been good since my granny had that fanny pack
Since nymphomaniacs wanted their fannies packed
Will I beat the other two niggas on this track like hold up I cant talk correctly
And whenever I try to flow that shit sounds grainy
But ask me do I give a fuck the answer is pretty blatant
At least i'm self conscious
Knowing one day ill grow and be flawless
Till then I'll keep making these nasty track making me nauseous
So when I drop that album imma just say be cautious
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Cause I might fuck around a drop a nas hit
Time is Illmatic bob your head at it
Rapping in the attic nigga need a audi
Won't stop till my lights go out
I'm outtie
(Verse 3: Jo$ef)
Ay, Alarm clock went off at the wrong time
Go to piss but my dick harder than a dime
Boujee bitches with extensions hitting up my line
"um you got the wrong number shortie it's your nigga rond"
Twenty dollar jeans pack of Marlboro reds
Riding on my bike nigga all I see is feds
I'm tired of that bullshit
Niggas losing lives over that bullshit
That crip, blood, pyru shit
Damn, How real you gotta be just to prove shit
My mind is on cloud 9 you niggas better split
Banana split your girl right down the middle nigga
Damn, I'm frustrated
I just brought my pencil
Back to the crackpot
That stash box
Pastor told me i'm on fire boy i'm past hot
Hot Cheeto stains on them white clothes
Dirty dishes in the sink fuck them dirty hoes
Niggas too quick to point a fucking finger
That got like 3 staring back at him
Bitches talking to a nigga like they grew up with 'em
I ain't defensive ho
I just wanna know the reason that you bitches never wanna catch the bones I throw
It's wasting my time
And I don't have time to waste i don't believe in time
That shit be faker than those edges on you baby girl
