New Wave Video (MV)

Yeah
I'm back on my new wave
Yeah
I'm back on my new wave
Yeah, Mike Tyson with the pen the way I been writing
In the street fight, you can call me M. Bison
No Stella, Stephen got his groove back
Hanging with the rats got you stuck on the glue trap
Why should I put my eggs in one basket?
Sales looking like a vampire in a casket
They say closed mouths won't get fed
I'ma keep talking till I get bread
Get money, get rich, that's some real shit
Don't gotta be an architect just to build shit
I go hard on the beat with the heart of a beast
Be a cool cat, keep your dogs on a leash
In the room with a lion, you be looking like meat
Keep acting like a girl, guess you are what you eat
I can smell a cat when you speak
Taking off my shoes just to prove that I'm on my feet
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
You don't gotta find us
Come to my city, you will see we're the finest
They address me as your highness
In the room full of ants, I be looking like a giant
Running laps on these tracks, still I'm not tired
I can stop, go and drop an album any minute
I don't got a limit
Or a record label telling me when I'm finished
Cause I'm independent
You can draw the line, I'll bend it and blend it
Authentic, it's been written
Guess who's back, I been spittin', my beats hittin'
Don't be mad when I write stuff
Touching my dough will get you sliced up
Like Pizza Hut, and we in the cut
Smokin' Indica playin' Hit Em' Up, Yup
Never sold a brick and I still feel rich
No COVID, but I still feel sick
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
You cannot buy me, this is not an option
You cannot buy me, this is not an auction
Rocking my top tens, I'm top ten
Don't got the keys to the city, but I'm locked in
Still I got the bars that you like
Got me selling verses like I'm serving hard white
No faith in the ghost, that's the reason why I write
Everything's still bright, so don't touch my lights
No direction, but I'm cooking like a chef
It's only right that I give you what's left
Till I meet death, keep spitting like a tech
Not the one you wanna test
Taking shots without a vest, what a mess
Don't be stressed, I'm Mr. Clean
Back on the scene with more dope than a fiend
Price went up like I'm selling gasoline
Only rapper that can turn a nightmare into a dream
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
I'm back on my new wave
Oh boy