OnDemandAlbums's video: Joey Bada - Waves

Yeah Remember back in the days When you used to rock waves and shit One life,Yeah I had to fuck with 360 my nigga But ain't nobody in the hood fucking with my shit and thats real shit Since '95 momma been workin 9 to 5 And I know the landlord fed up with our lives So we pray up to Gods, the Ja's and the Allah's 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 get it in your vocals if you ain't a local Yeah, that's why I'm tryin' to go global Yeah, That's why I'm trying to be a mogul I'm hopeful that me spitting this soulful Well have me the daily postal, flying coastal in tofu Like I told you I know niggas who trash rappin' Worried about the trend and fashions Rather than to sending passion They want me to send 'em tracks But I just send 'em laughter Right after I start laughing They start asking, what happened But back to the chapter Momma told me follow dreams Should never had to ask her to So that's what I do , Became an MC master Since then its been a disaster for you and your favorite rapper Go ahead ask 'em " Who is Joey Bad?" watch them grab some asthma Damn it's so sad, he post the chat up 'Cause he know he'd rather the back up Then to admit the kid is hotter than magma But fuck it,gotta give credit where it's due 'Cause you ain't going like the karma when it's set up on you It can get you in your medical,fuck you up in the decibal So get you to the brief of reziduu, found in your retina And they taught me not to be so complex Never down to acomplish , articles and complex And the source, Alfredo of course There I go again,stepping out of line Running of course,I heard a report That is like sexual intercourse with your thoughts When I talk about the shoes in which I walk For it is not false , no afford that this kid from the north Speaks the force upon, and reinforce the source And I'm sure by now, you can assume he never lost And that's some sort of divorce, or a corpse Born a boss, no days off,child labour Let me see yours in favour to spin that back like tornados Yeah But it's far from over Won't stop until I meet Hova And my momma's in a rover 'Til I'm the owner, Of the world's finest motors I'll be like supernovas In your daughters room on a poster Known as Mr. Reeves Be this musical composer No disrespect to Bob Marl Yeah another stoner Marijuana my odor And when I get older Hold my sperm into zone For my scrotum meets a septum over Like 3 times,have 3 kids I hope me and my wife could show 'em Not to make the same mistakes that we did All day knowledge to knowledge 'Cause yeah,they gonna need it 'Cause when my parents would try and tell me I just wouldnt receive it Couldn't believe it, 'til I saw it with my own pupils Fuck that when I learned that their device was truly useful But fuck it ,only made it as human beings,more neutral Eventho over time our punished mistake grew more crucial Show you where the blue should, 'Cause my past match trick Hope when they all are checked Lights are even madly Go over mass it They have my songs mastered Until then all I can do is imagine Imagine, I'mma make it all happen