waves

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, yea, you remember back in the days when you used to rocks waves and shit, when like.yo i had the fucking 360 my nigga, like nobody in the hood was fucking my shit, and that's real shit, since nine five, 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 descendin' passion, they want me send em tracks but i just send em laughter, right after i start laughin, they start askin "what happened?", i'm back to the chapter, momma told me follow dreams and 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 grasp, 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 retinal, 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 it was 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, what, 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 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, 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 super novas in your daughter's room on a poster, known as history's biggest musical composer, no disrespect to bob mar, 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 fam 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 the advice was truly useful, but fuck it, only made us as human beings more mutual, even though over time, our punishments they grew more crucial, so use the word brutal, cuz my parents mad strict, hope one day i'll attracts the likes of even madlib, go call a mansion and hear my songs mastered, until then, all i can do is imagine, imagine, i'mma make it all happen