Dutch Newman, Nascent Son - The New Wave Lyrics

Riley
Born again
Oh yeah it's on again
That nigga Newman back going in for a win
Brainstorming til the rain pouring in
Find a great lawyer
Build a rapport with him
I dedicate
This one to my brother Gates
Forever in our heart
Truly one of the greats
Finally
This is what they been dyin to see
A dynasty
This the last of a dying breed
This is my rebirth like a Phoenix that rose from the ashes
Only thing that's certain death and them taxes
The world won't stop spinning til it's off it's axis
And we don't care if you play if you ain't put in practice
Bastards
Off top like a toupee
That boy on a new wave
Don't wait til I die for you to hand me my bouquet
Pussy sweet as a Soufflé
Off the sidelines into the game Bobby Boucher
Ayee
Yeah
Nascent Son
Mint Royalty
We're here
Close my eyes I can feel that my spirits forming
Rise when I hear my calling I'm destined to bring the dawn in
Wipe the dirt off my shirt as I show I was never dormant
Boss of all of my torments I woke up out of that coffin
They say the day a thug dies another steps inside his shoes
Mother's crying for another son she wasn't tryna lose
We're all sinners, no winners, and no dinners on them cold winters
We're go getters and flow spitters
Holding chromes for them hitters that's thinking that they was gon' get us
We're all molded and focused on getting gold figures
My show iller I spit and disfigure go-rillas
So go figure how I ain't worried about no niggas
And no bitches they set you up for your riches
Lie to put you in ditches
Point you out in the pictures
No more honorable dudes in this business just only snitches
I'm serving a buffet for your thoughts you bring the dishes
It's me

Riley
Born again
Oh yeah it's on again
That nigga Newman back going in for a win
Brainstorming til the rain pouring in
Find a great lawyer
Build a rapport with him
I dedicate
This one to my brother Gates
Forever in our heart
Truly one of the greats
Finally
This is what they been dyin to see
A dynasty
This the last of a dying breed
This is my rebirth like a Phoenix that rose from the ashes
Only thing that's certain death and them taxes
The world won't stop spinning til it's off it's axis
And we don't care if you play if you ain't put in practice
Bastards
Off top like a toupee
That boy on a new wave
Don't wait til I die for you to hand me my bouquet
Pussy sweet as a Soufflé
Off the sidelines into the game Bobby Boucher
Ayee
Yeah
Nascent Son
Mint Royalty
We're here
Close my eyes I can feel that my spirits forming
Rise when I hear my calling I'm destined to bring the dawn in
Wipe the dirt off my shirt as I show I was never dormant
Boss of all of my torments I woke up out of that coffin
They say the day a thug dies another steps inside his shoes
Mother's crying for another son she wasn't tryna lose
We're all sinners, no winners, and no dinners on them cold winters
We're go getters and flow spitters
Holding chromes for them hitters that's thinking that they was gon' get us
We're all molded and focused on getting gold figures
My show iller I spit and disfigure go-rillas
So go figure how I ain't worried about no niggas
And no bitches they set you up for your riches
Lie to put you in ditches
Point you out in the pictures
No more honorable dudes in this business just only snitches
I'm serving a buffet for your thoughts you bring the dishes
It's me