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 (who want something?)
Come on, get on, get some
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"
Twelve 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 the pockets, taking notes like guidance counsellors
Aristocrat just 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 to all my Gs before we rest in peace
Before we rest in peace
The rest is set, the record set, as soon as I release
The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas, uh
Kind of 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 fifty feet when out in traffic
Staring at them naked pictures, shit, you bound to crash
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$AP Mob got Mass Appeal)
Come on, get on, get some
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like, ah, ah, ah
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8
It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of Js, thought I was 2-3 (Air)
Invest in all my Gs before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace
My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dimepiece
I might buy her a piece of property
You might've had some joints, but ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen
Yeah, no comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
Come on, get on, get some (yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal)
We do our thing, 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
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Wave Gods - Nas, DJ Premier and A$AP Rocky
