New Wave
It's your boy Risk
Yeah, new wave like a cyclone
Who the got the keys to the damn hall?
Lemme in
Some people praying for the payroll
And minimum wage, got us living through the bank's roll
I'm from the streets and I do know
How them niggas come out when the sun falls
How your pride can bring you your own downfall
How a dollar can get you outta the damn hood
But at the same time, the reason why they kill you
Them niggas acting like they like you
Expecting you to lose, so they screw you
Break you, they rob you
On stage they gone boo you
Nah
But I ain't doing this shit for them
What if I'm in my lane, throwing cheese at them?
Like pause, take a picture keep it sibilent
Make the money, fly around
And, keep recycling
Maybe Imma' buy a new Benz
Drive around on the block rubber bands
Maybe, get some bitches do the claps
Throw the money in the air, buy some shit I never had
Prolly Imma get them new Jordans
The big chain on my chest to my coffin
Or perhaps, Imma count cash
At the same time that I see my damn hater pass
But fuck that, I bought a studio
In the streets I'm respected like Julio
Where you from? You can call me Napoleon
The French emperor, tryna bring the money home, nigga
Shit, I couldn't finish writing this track yoh
I just got bad news that my former classmate passed away
R.I.P Anna
My soul is crashed
See you
Yeah, new wave like a cyclone
Who the got the keys to the damn hall?
Lemme in
Some people praying for the payroll
And minimum wage, got us living through the bank's roll
I'm from the streets and I do know
How them niggas come out when the sun falls
How your pride can bring you your own downfall
How a dollar can get you outta the damn hood
But at the same time, the reason why they kill you
Them niggas acting like they like you
Expecting you to lose, so they screw you
Break you, they rob you
On stage they gone boo you
Nah
But I ain't doing this shit for them
What if I'm in my lane, throwing cheese at them?
Like pause, take a picture keep it sibilent
Make the money, fly around
And, keep recycling
Maybe Imma' buy a new Benz
Drive around on the block rubber bands
Maybe, get some bitches do the claps
Throw the money in the air, buy some shit I never had
Prolly Imma get them new Jordans
The big chain on my chest to my coffin
Or perhaps, Imma count cash
At the same time that I see my damn hater pass
But fuck that, I bought a studio
In the streets I'm respected like Julio
Where you from? You can call me Napoleon
The French emperor, tryna bring the money home, nigga
Shit, I couldn't finish writing this track yoh
I just got bad news that my former classmate passed away
R.I.P Anna
My soul is crashed
See you
Credits
Writer(s): Don Salem Lunzeyi Phillip
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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