WAVES

[Verse 1] My son chillin whenever I'm playing Coltrain Sunday in the kitchen reminding me of the old days Sittin by the TV, climbing aboard the soul train Used to want the Jordan 11’s and a gold chain 5 layers of sweaters whenever the snow came Mama working hard and papa getting the slow gains Ain't a part of my history that I don't claim Only had bread in the cupboard but it was whole grain Drug dealing appealing when you ain’t got shit Niggas getting fresh so fuck you tryna cop shit Used to rock fake uptowns I got up town Back room, Ling Ling showing me where the stock is A lot of people on the hustle for a better day Some niggas is waitin to catch a better wave Some people just dickriding to get a name I be flying over the Rocky Mountains to get away