Letter To The Industry Lyrics

I'm as wavy as the sea as wavy as can be

I could have a 3 dollar Tee you ain't flyer than me

You got on a thousand dollar tee but to ya mans you a leech

Trynna set it up where it's a few thousand dollars every word that I speak

I be placing words together neatly this shit be sounding like a speech

And I spoke to god the other day and he told me I'm qualified to preach

Used to have the waves in my head shit maybe we could slide to the beach

The movements i make is usually recorded for a movie

So I can't blame you for when we talk that you think it's make believe

And I got a cover girl with me better believe maybeline

Everyday is Friday when your focus is to get the cream

I just walk by faith and like meek Milly I just chase my dream

Like lebron I'm the Gm I could trade you off the team

Rick Ross told me to be a boss you gotta make sure they eat

Future told me never try to sweep these hoes off they feet

Now I do what I want Shout out lil uzi

Dj khaled told me they tried to lock me out the game but He gave me the key

Like nipsey imma hustle everyday until I die

I'm just a young nigga came out of Ny

Every time I stunt she wanna go cry

So I looked in the mirror I said why

I'm just drippin all that sauce I'm just the guy

So she want me just to be her one

But I can't be that cus I'm chosen

So that mean when I'm the one that mean I come with a SUM

You get it

Cus now I got a SUM of Nine

But you know with a SUM they come with ASSUMPTIONS

I cant trust assumptions I hate em oh

You just assuming that I'm just doing you wrong

You just assuming that I'm just doing you wrong

Went to the gym and now I'm hearing you saying you strong

But I'm just feeling how I feel

You can't ride just what I'm riding cus this ain't a regular car

You can't just go to that Nissan dealership

It's crazy that I hate I'm talking like this cus I got me a Nissan

But I'm just humble and I want the Bentley too

Maybe Lamborghini whatever we do

I just pray you keep my secrets bc you know I'm working miracles

I'm just a wavy young nigga that's living it better

You niggas telling the stories I'm getting the cheddar

Big bag how I'm coming forever and ever

Big Louis bag we in Sicily her pussy wetter and wetter

Boy you not wavy as me you not wavy as we

I'm as wavy as the sea as wavy as can be

I could have a 3 dollar Tee you ain't flyer than me

You got on a thousand dollar tee but to ya mans you a leech

Trynna set it up where it's a few thousand dollars every word that I speak

I be placing words together neatly this shit be sounding like a speech

And I spoke to god the other day and he told me I'm qualified to preach