Wave
Floating in another time zone
I feel like this where I belong
Wake up outta bed still yawning
Bless God every day I see the mornin
Roll a spliff round up the click
On the road to the rich where we goin'
Stay flowing its just the same shit different day
Better grind more than you play
Grown man better have money on the way
Got pain in my heart from the cold street
Dirt in my nails from the concrete
Nightmares in my dreams so I can't sleep
Live life like a fast car skeet skeet
Stay on the creep gotta dig deep
Show respect when I come around
Don't let this crazy world get you down
Just ride the wave
Just ride the wave
Floating in another time zone
I feel like this where I belong
Ride the wave
All eyes on me
Chill lounge in the whip low key
Pimp wit da drip when I rip OD
Paid my dues ain't shit for free
Fam at the crib that depends on me
Flow soo G put your bets on P
Chef with the recipe
Mc you hope that you learn to be
Test get burned to the 3rd degree
Guarantee I'mma be a real one till the day I'm dead
Keep running his mouth got me seeing red
Can't get stressed out trying to get ahead
Make a lil bread, talk to the feds
Get a head full of lead where I'm from
Watch the next man or get done
Won't you come just
Just ride the wave
Just ride the wave
Floating in another time zone
I feel like this where I belong
Ride the wave
I feel like this where I belong
Wake up outta bed still yawning
Bless God every day I see the mornin
Roll a spliff round up the click
On the road to the rich where we goin'
Stay flowing its just the same shit different day
Better grind more than you play
Grown man better have money on the way
Got pain in my heart from the cold street
Dirt in my nails from the concrete
Nightmares in my dreams so I can't sleep
Live life like a fast car skeet skeet
Stay on the creep gotta dig deep
Show respect when I come around
Don't let this crazy world get you down
Just ride the wave
Just ride the wave
Floating in another time zone
I feel like this where I belong
Ride the wave
All eyes on me
Chill lounge in the whip low key
Pimp wit da drip when I rip OD
Paid my dues ain't shit for free
Fam at the crib that depends on me
Flow soo G put your bets on P
Chef with the recipe
Mc you hope that you learn to be
Test get burned to the 3rd degree
Guarantee I'mma be a real one till the day I'm dead
Keep running his mouth got me seeing red
Can't get stressed out trying to get ahead
Make a lil bread, talk to the feds
Get a head full of lead where I'm from
Watch the next man or get done
Won't you come just
Just ride the wave
Just ride the wave
Floating in another time zone
I feel like this where I belong
Ride the wave
Credits
Writer(s): James Tavores Baxter
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