Wave Gods (Explicit)
Nas, A$AP Rocky, DJ Premier"Wave Gods (Explicit)" is a song by Nas, A$AP Rocky, DJ Premier, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:03 long and contains 80 lines and 628 words.
Lyrics
0:02Hold up and analyze
0:04Come on get on get some
0:06Listen close as I prove my point
0:10We do our things son
0:13Hold up and analyze
0:15Come on get on get some
0:18Listen close as I prove my point
0:20Ready to make an entrance so back on up
0:21Nas/A$AP Rocky：
0:22Yeah no comparison we more solid than they are
0:25Uh
0:26Me and Hit-Boy they say we like new Gang Starr
0:28Uh
0:28Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
0:31Shout to Max B he could be home any day God
0:33A$AP Rocky：
0:34Wake up out the bed scruffy sparkin' my J
0:37Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day
0:39My old lady called me "Baby" told her "Pardon my age"
0:42Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
0:45We goin' home like Eric Cartman chromosomes on my conscience
0:48Hear some n***as talkin' nonsese call up Nasty Nastradamus
0:50Rock the pearls and diamonds break the promise break her wallets
0:53Break her heart and break her pockets takin' notes like guidance counselors
0:56Aristocrat like a chancellor the answer to the uh panhandlers
1:00The corners with the mans is up the jig is up the scams is up
1:02Yeah they hands is up lookin' in the crowd yeah
1:05Tryin' to f**k the world but my pants still up
1:07Tryin' to invest to all my Gs before we rest in peace
1:10Before we rest in peace the rest is set
1:12The record is set as soon as I release
1:14The room is streets I roam the streets with no security
1:16They know a n***a overseas uh
1:19Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad
1:21Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads
1:24Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic
1:26Starin' at a n***a's pictures s**t you bound to crash
1:29Nas：
1:29No comparison we more solid than they are
1:32Me and Hit-Boy they say we like new Gang Starr
1:35Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
1:38Shout to Max B he could be home any day God
1:39Raekwon/Nas/A$AP Rocky：
1:41Hold up and analyze
1:42Yeah
1:43A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
1:45Come on get on get some
1:48Call up Nasty Nas n***as hit the lick like ah ah ah
1:50Nas：
1:51Wake up out the bed wrap my durag up
1:54Say a prayer I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
1:56Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
1:59Crewneck by McQueen go nuts
2:01Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8
2:04It's movies that I make Peruvian white flake
2:07It tore the community at a high rate adversity I faced
2:11I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
2:13D**n I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
2:16Watchin' Video Music Box sittin' close to the TV
2:18I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
2:21Got my first par of J's thought I was two-three
2:23Air
2:24Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
2:27'Cause we sure to rest in peace
2:28My shorty is a piece a piece of mind a dime piece
2:31I might buy her a piece of property
2:33You might've had some joints
2:34But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen
2:35No comparison we more solid than they are
2:38Me and Hit-Boy they say we like new Gang Starr
2:41Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods
2:44Shout to Max B he could be home any day God
2:46Come on get on get some
2:49A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
2:53We do our things son
2:55Listen close as I prove my point
2:56A$AP Rocky：
2:58Tell Hit we got a hit ayy ayy
3:01Tell Hit we got a hit ayy
3:03Call up Nasty Nas n***as hit the lick like ah ah ah
Hold up and analyze Come on get on get some Listen close as I prove my point We do our things son Hold up and analyze Come on get on get some Listen close as I prove my point Ready to make an entrance so back on up Nas/A$AP Rocky： Yeah no comparison we more solid than they are Uh Me and Hit-Boy they say we like new Gang Starr Uh Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B he could be home any day God A$AP Rocky： Wake up out the bed scruffy sparkin' my J Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day My old lady called 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 n***as talkin' nonsese call up Nasty Nastradamus Rock the pearls and diamonds break the promise break her wallets Break her heart and break her pockets takin' notes like guidance counselors Aristocrat like a 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 Tryin' to f**k the world but my pants still up Tryin' to invest to all my Gs before we rest in peace Before we rest in peace the rest is set The record is set as soon as I release The room is streets I roam the streets with no security They know a n***a overseas uh Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic Starin' at a n***a's pictures s**t you bound to crash Nas： No comparison we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy they say we like new Gang Starr Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B he could be home any day God Raekwon/Nas/A$AP Rocky： Hold up and analyze Yeah A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal Come on get on get some Call up Nasty Nas n***as hit the lick like ah ah ah Nas： 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 D**n 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 par of J's thought I was two-three Air Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace 'Cause we sure to rest in peace My shorty is a piece a piece of mind a dime piece I might buy her a piece of property You might've had some joints But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen No comparison we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy they say we like 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 A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal We do our things son Listen close as I prove my point A$AP Rocky： Tell Hit we got a hit ayy ayy Tell Hit we got a hit ayy Call up Nasty Nas n***as hit the lick like ah ah ah
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