Wave Gods

Hold up and analyze
 Come on, get on, get some
 Listen close as I prove my point
 (We do our thing, son) yeah
 Hold up and analyze (we're more solid)
 Come on, get on, get some (yeah)
 Listen close as I prove my point
 (Ready to make an entrance so back on up) yeah
 No comparison we more solid than they are (uh)
 Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh)
 Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
 Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God (yeah)
 Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J
 Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day
 My old lady call me baby, told her, "Pardon my age"
 12 shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
 We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience
 Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus
 Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets
 Break her heart and break her pockets
 Takin' notes like guidance counselors
 Aristocrat like the Chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers
 The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up
 Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
 Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up
 Tryna invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
 'Cause we sure to rest in peace
 The rest is set the record set, as soon as I release
 The rumors be I roam the streets with no security
 They know a nigga overseas (uh)
 Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad
 Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (yeah, yeah)
 Might've peeped the billboards 50 feet when out in traffic
 Starin' at a nigga picture, shit, you bound to crash it
 No comparison, we more solid than they are
 Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr
 Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
 Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God
 (Hold up and analyze)
 Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
 (Come on, get on, get some)
 Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah
 Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
 Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that Mom dukes had us
 Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
 Crewneck by McQueen go nuts
 Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8
 It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake
 It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced
 I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
 Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
 Watchin' Video Music Box sittin' close to the TV
 I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
 Got my first pair of J's, thought I was 2-3 (Air)
 Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
 'Cause we sure to rest in peace
 My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dimepiece
 I might buy her a piece of property
 You might've had some joints but ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen
 No comparison, we more solid than they are
 Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr
 Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
 Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God
 (Come on, get on, get some)
 Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
 (We do our things son)
 (Listen close as I prove my point)
 Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
 Tell Hit we got a hit, ah
 Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah