Wave
Yea yea, what type of wave he on
Yea yea, what type of wave he on
Um
Yea yea
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby, one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
What type of wave he on
Good bye
Running away
He not a crazy one
Knows that, but isn't safe
He got a baby one
On his back, wrapped up and safe
What's on him cranium
They kill blacks, heart full of hate
Him don't got no protection
He gone need him a weapon
Cops pull guns when they want
Deaths a matter of seconds
Labels do what they want
Play his life he won't let them
Trade his soul for the fame
That shit dead in my rectum
He wont let them take his
He know where they heart is
They don't care he got kids
They just fuck the artist
They don't care what rap is
They just want the profit
They just want the fast cars
They just want them dollars
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
Nigga were the weed at
Know she loud, pass me M.J
Yea I need it
Cloud my mind, i'll be okay
Won't believe it
All the shit, trapped in my brain
I'll defeat it
Give me time, i will one day
And i mean it
Cause i'm sick of always feeling down
Now i see it
Smoking barely gets me off the ground
I don't need it
Had to sit down and figure out
What i needed
Get myself out or man down
God said change my direction
Cut the fakes in my section
Curve the hoes in my phone
Cut them fuck niggas flexin
I do good on my own
Gods been sending me blessing
Was a boy now i'm grown
I keep learning my lesson (yea)
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
Yea yea, what type of wave he on
Um
Yea yea
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby, one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
What type of wave he on
Good bye
Running away
He not a crazy one
Knows that, but isn't safe
He got a baby one
On his back, wrapped up and safe
What's on him cranium
They kill blacks, heart full of hate
Him don't got no protection
He gone need him a weapon
Cops pull guns when they want
Deaths a matter of seconds
Labels do what they want
Play his life he won't let them
Trade his soul for the fame
That shit dead in my rectum
He wont let them take his
He know where they heart is
They don't care he got kids
They just fuck the artist
They don't care what rap is
They just want the profit
They just want the fast cars
They just want them dollars
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
Nigga were the weed at
Know she loud, pass me M.J
Yea I need it
Cloud my mind, i'll be okay
Won't believe it
All the shit, trapped in my brain
I'll defeat it
Give me time, i will one day
And i mean it
Cause i'm sick of always feeling down
Now i see it
Smoking barely gets me off the ground
I don't need it
Had to sit down and figure out
What i needed
Get myself out or man down
God said change my direction
Cut the fakes in my section
Curve the hoes in my phone
Cut them fuck niggas flexin
I do good on my own
Gods been sending me blessing
Was a boy now i'm grown
I keep learning my lesson (yea)
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
Nigga be working like a, slave
When it come 10 he run
What type of wave he on
He not a crazy one
He got a baby one
What's on him cranium
Massa be working him all day
Out in the desert sun
He won't be slaving yea no way
No not for anyone
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