Wave Time 2 - Mastermind, CHIP, Nafe Smallz

Death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon' creep up

I lost my niggas, 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»

Before these bitches get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I’m smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia

I had to put them on the wave time

Ozone space time

Six figure nigga, chain on me when I stage dive

I stay runnin' up these cheques on my day grind

And I’m never switchin' up sides, I make the same slides

I’m with the K9s, we ain’t on no playtime

Shoppin' with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline

Beat it, I never eat it if she ain’t mine

Deep shit but they don’t deep it until the drapes fly

Song shit, I put my whole soul into it, baby

Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me

So stressed, I went from homeless to gettin' paid, G

Outside, we did the frontline when shit’s crazy

Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me

Life in these streets can turn a boy brazy

She sent me nudes like she workin' for page three

I get this cake like my first name Paigey

Death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon' creep up

I lost my niggas, 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»

Before these bitches get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I’m smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia

Death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon' creep up

That’s why my niggas toastin' every time we meet up

Man, I been rappin' so long, should put my feet up

But would the game be the same without me?

Huh

Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers

She just want a London boy on top of covers

Told shorty we can- we can’t be lovers

Tryna beat, so give me brain, I got no rubbers

Flavours, you don’t know about grub, my G

That’s not Cali, he 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

Northside, Chippy grow up in the 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 niggas, 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»

Before these bitches get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I’m smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia