Wave Time 2 (feat. Chip & Nafe Smallz)

Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
 I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
 But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
 And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
 But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
 I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
 And free my niggas that all of the police took
 I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
 I had to put them on a wave time
 Ozone space time
 Six figure nigga, chain on me when I stage dive (Ooh)
 I stay running up these cheques on my day grind
 And I'm never switching up sides, I'm with the same slides
 I'm with the K9's, we ain't on no playtime
 Shopping with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline
 Beat it, I never eat it, if she ate mine
 Deep shit but they don't deep it until the drapes fly
 Song shit, I put my heart and soul into it baby
 Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me
 No stress, I went from homeless to gettin' paid G
 (Out) Outside we did the frontline when shit's crazy
 Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me
 Life in these streets, it can turn a boy brazy (Yeah)
 She sent me nudes like she working for page three
 I get this cake like my first name Paigey (Lets go)
 Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
 I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
 But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
 And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
 But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
 I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
 And free my niggas that all of the police took
 I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
 Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
 That's why my niggas toasting every time we meet up
 Man I been rapping so long, should put my feet up
 But would the game be the same without me? Huh (Me, huh)
 Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers (Love hers)
 She just want a London boy on top of covers (Covers)
 Told shawty we can- we can't be lovers (Lovers)
 Tryna beat, so gimme brain, I got no rubbers
 Flavours, you don't know 'bout grub my G
 That's not Cali, you got bumped my G
 Weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit bro
 Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke
 No sike, Chippy grew up in a tough hood
 So every time I hear "Die Young", I touch wood
 More money, more gyal, more peace in life
 Might get a massage in my sheets tonight
 Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
 I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
 But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
 And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
 But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
 I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
 And free my niggas that all of the police took
 I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia