Intro - $WAVÉ

For all y’all enjoyment, a song y’all can step with

Y’all appointed me to bring rap justice

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best, well dressed

With finesse

See all these talky mother fuckers wanna block my shine

They need ah get defined

Before I hit rewind

Cause if they ain’t fucking with the best

I’ma put’em on a test

And lay’em out like the rest, ugh

Reminiscing with the words

While i’m puffing on these herbs

Toking on the potent

Till my lungs have overdosed

I was in the booth with the fucking word play

Talkin' bout my life and all the dirty

Sippin' on the codiene till I overdose

Zonin' coast 2 coast

Rollin' up some dodie

Wishin' for a rollie.

ugh

In the back with some chicken head

You know I got some head

Talking bout the finer tings in life

You know i’m bout my bread

To make some M’s

And dawg don’t front no stems

Cause you can meet ya end

Me and my dawg’s we don’t play that shit

We spray that shit

Grade A dodie in a cone, man we smoke that shit

And give ah fuck about yo feelings

Dawg, it ain’t appealing

Taking shots to the head like Mr. Kennedy

Me, myself, & I;

the holy fucking trinity

And fathers mad, cause I took they baby girls virginity

This ain’t rapping this is street hop

Took ah page outta Nas, I make the whip hot

In the studio it’s live, bust out the reefer

Tell Caesar to roll up some more Khalifa

Got hydro on top ah hydro

No need for no confrontation

You don’t wanna see know situation

Hit this bitch up, dawg she know what’s up

And she take this nut she suck it all up

Let the music i’m makin'

Prove that the movement we’ve takin'

Is for the five right

Spitting rhymes all night till it sound tight

Roll the dodie, let it burn slowly

Call the plug, tell him drop me an OZ

Get out my face, you been rhyming unholy

Straight out the V, someone hand me my Trophy