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