Artist: Joey Bada$$ Album: 1999 Song: Waves Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] Yeah! You remember back in the days when you use to rock waves and shit? When like, yo I had I had the fuckin 360 my nigga Like nobody in the hood was fuckin my shit, and that's the real shit [Verse One] Uh! Since nine five, mama been workin 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 tryin to do is do good Put on my hood when I walk through hoods 'Cause, these niggas these days is loco You'll get in ya vocals if you ain't local Yeah, that's why I'm tryin to go global Yeah, that's why I'm tryin to be a mogul And I'm hopeful that me spittin it soulful Will have me in the Daily Postal flyin 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 laughin Right after I start laughin, they askin what happened? But back to the chapter Mama told me follow my dreams, should never have to ask her, to So that's what I do, become 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 Then 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 your decimals Or get you two to three for residue found it your retinue Uh! And they told me not to be so 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! [Interlude: Interview from 2Pac] 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'm a grow with my music [Verse Two] Yeah! But it's far from over Won't stop 'til I meet Hova and my mama's in a rover 'Til I'm an owner, of the world's illest 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, 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 that 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, 'til I saw with my own pupils Felt bad when I learned 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 [Outro] Imagine, I'm a make it all happen