Waves

Fire
Been sent from higher
No, I ain’t saying I’m the king
But I’m Jedidiah
First them hittas talking shit, got the pacifier
Then I kept them hittas drenched, hittas need a dryer
Now they tryna eat the ****, tryna eat papayas
Used to batter up the what, put em in the frier
Hittas in it for the dough, like they John the Cryer
But we tryna pave the way, if you messing with the wave
We the new Messiahs
Yeah, I’m talking to god
I ain’t one for taking bets, but I’m liking my odds
Said I keep it straight, but I ain’t need the facade
So, if they passing on a hitta, I just give em the nod
Never wave
Petty little hitta, yes, I’ll take it ma grave
Repping from the west, and I ain’t talking bout the Bay
Never taking this for granted, yeah, I’m thankful every day
And I pray this never fades
Man, I’m just tryna ride the wave
I’m just tryna live ma truth
Said if KP from Marrero do it, bitch that’s fucking proof
So if any hitta talking smack, then talk it back
We the baddest bitches, word to the pack
Gay or bi, don’t give a fuck, if them hittas pressed, just wave ya stacks
So, let’s go
Yes, it's toe to toe
Let them hittas know
If you fucking with the pack, then it’s Ana, Kody, Vo
Yes, I fuck it up with with Garb, sending Topher all the bars
Yes, It’s VOL, to Archbishop Shaw, Loyola repping from UNO
Reid fucking up Run it Back
Got Fitz name on all the plaques
Ms. Fletcher on I Do, and Mike Aud running up the stats
Jana F. she with the band, that’s John, Julie, and Q to Han
If you ain’t ever feel number 1, every hitta named been with the plan
Yeah, they can’t mess with the squad
Put all ma bitches on the track, then rep Adidas to Pods
If they sleeping on a hitta, call that bitch Ichabod
Said, all ma bitches ride or die, since run it back at the HOB
That’s House of Blues
Yes, I play with words, and let the crowd in on the… cues
Cooking up the hits, like I be lighting up the… fuse
Poking at the flames, two letters for the name
And them hittas know what’s up, when I’m kneeling at the pews
I’m coming going in waves
Yes, I get the D, but keep it straight with the A’s
Dollar 29, put myself on the raise
Bout to run up on your country like the fucking CMA's
We are the choir
Let it rain fire
Yes, I got the talent, hittas better off as buyers
Any hitta pressed could fight the urge or go bite the curb
Get with the vibe, or go light the herb
This the house, built with Faust
Ain’t bible pushing, just spread the word
It’s true, yes, I’m one of few
Yes, I stir the rue, and then I chew
I ain’t talking SZA, but they never do it like I do
This the wave
Era 1 and then an age
I’m just tryna find some balance
But I’m blessed to have talents that he gave
Yeah, I’m talking to god
I ain’t one for taking bets, but I’m liking my odds
Said I keep it straight, but I ain’t need the facade
So, if they passing on a hitta, I just give em the nod
Never wave
Petty little hitta, yes, I’ll take it ma grave
Repping from the west, and I ain’t talking bout the Bay
Never taking this for granted, yeah, I’m thankful every day
And I pray this never fades
Man, I’m just tryna ride the wave
Man, I’m just tryna ride the wave
Man, I’m just tryna ride the wave
Wave
Wave
Wave
Wave
Man, I’m just tryna ride the