20 of the Best Lyrics From Stalley’s ‘New Wave’ Album

"The summer coming and we need that summer music/You know that intelligent trunk ish that be booming/We need them jams so we can ride and tuck the roof in/That feel-good joyride with a cute friend/Soft skin, brown skin, passenger seat companion/I captured the scene so well like it was shot by Jon Mannion"

"She wanna hop on the wave I told her cheer from the sideline/She wanna live wild and dangerous, I told her that is a fine line/I can hear angels talking, I'm up on the skyline/I was down, I'm way up, I guess it's about time/I gotta flex like listen/Goyard wings on the Tesla/Goyard belt like a wrestler/Send thanks to God, he blessed us"

"When the rain came, I got the whip with umbrella/That first check came, I took it straight to the teller/Chase Manhattan, back bracking/Stacks got my pants sagging/G-Wagon on Fiorgis, whiter than the grand dragon"

"Life's golden, I be rolling up expensive shit/Everybody always talking what they finna get/ Shit, I'm getting rich with niggas I been sinning with/Same niggas I was with playing Genesis/’96 Madden, ’96 Impalas/Street scholars, sold dope through college/We was trying to stack dollars, fuck do the knowledge/Word to mama's we ran the streets like Rottweilers"

"Hard-headed with car fetish/We'll toss a nigga for raw lettuce/Trying to see 1,000 Islands, passport crazy mileage/Cigarette boats on a Caayman Islands/Bad Blasian eating Cajun Salmon/Bumping Sizzla at crazy volumes/Cry cry Martinique/Smoking til my eyes Chinese, pepper-pot Guyanese/Everything exquisite to these ’95 Nike's/Put it all on Periscope for live feed"

"Lost fathers to prison systems, we been a victim/ Mama evicted, we been restricted to product pitching/Products of our environment, that's how the projects get us/Pyrex vision, we rock solid/Killing our own people to rock diamonds/Real tyrants on skinny tires, drug suppliers turned rap rhymers"

"Old Durangos and Kangols, I'm on some player ish/In the streets Hustle Hard, on my Maino shit/War-ready, the boy ready, nothing to tangle with/Middle of things, beautiful wife, word to that single kid/When it comes to mic fights, I'm known to strangle shit/Don't try and size me up, line me up, no angles with/ No slip, my hold on life is vice grip"

"In all honesty, the flow godly, I been anointed/The one chosen, the kick game like Neymar/Was low-key, now I'm back on everybody's radar/The ones sleep, I don't pay y'all no mind/I still shine like the brightest light source divine/Intervention, my suspension got my Chevy sitting high"

"Being a junkie is the new cool ish/Or carrying automatics long as pool-sticks/Niggas really don't want beef unless it come from Ruth Chris/Loose lips ain't saying nothing/A whole bunch of gun bars, but ain't spraying nothing/I swear niggas stay fronting, but who am I to talk about it/Let niggas hang themselves, who am I to talk 'em out it/The coupe red, the rims powdered, I stunt too/It's art in this war, Stalley Sun Tzu"

"Every joint long as a metric ruler/I flex, Lex Luger, you flex and still a loser, what a drag/No comparison, I'm Micky Arison with the bag/I'm on South Beach, lobster and crab/Joe Stones with millionaire blacks/It's a blessing what I made from these tracks/Never take it for granted, granted I been the man since I seen through those cracks/Beautiful rose with the pricklies/How I made it, should be on Ripley's"

"I been wave surfing while these other niggas can't surface/Don't compare me to nary rapper out, we don't serve the same purpose/I be with the lions and the tigers, these monkey in a whole different circus/I'm putting on a show, tell 'em hold for the curtains/Gotta pastor-like flow, I be giving out sermons"

"Stand alone on my own two/What a man that I've grown to/They say patience is a virtue, I nurture all that pain I go through/And dance in all the rain just to show moves/I break laws, bend rules/Ten toes, I be running to the check like a track meet/Not to anyone I'll take a back seat"

"My mama said be ready when your numbers called/And ball out until you're ready to take that number off/Watch what them haters say, watch what them leeches pray/Peel your ears back, don't listen what the haters say/’Cause when you start worrying about them, that's when you lose focus/Don't worry Tez, I already know, why you think your boy wrote this/A bunch of tag-a-longs pulling on my coattails/Them same lames now trying to wish a nigga well"

"The foreign coupe is panda/I drop the roof then stand up/Like ’Pac out Impala/I blow smoke in the parlor/I grab a pen, thoughts follow/A smooth criminal, scholar/At 15, we moved scama, that's what we called it then/Spoiler Benz, 6 series shine, jewelry Cortez/Post in front of granny's house like some porch-heads"

"Big budget, no mileage on the bucket/Jewels truck it, hoes love it, I been thugging/Sweatpants, long beard, I been rugged/Big bands, 38, I'm a tuck it/That little advance, yo', I spend that on a Cutlass/If it ain't 100, boy you ain't talking about nothing/Your girl talking suck it, so she talking something/I let her passenger seat ride and hit the buttons"

I been popping, tatted up like Dennis Rodman/No bullshit, I hit the lot and then I cop it/Inside the whip is like a cockpit, money ain't an option/Put your money on me, that's a stock tip/Closet stocked with all black like I'm gothic/30K in each pocket, that's to shop with/Keep my name out your mouth, I don't do gossip/30 on the small of my back, bet I pop it"

"A hustler told me you only when you need to/And make sure you feed the streets, please dont let them feed you/And don't listen to those snakes, they'll tell you anything to lead you right in their garden so they can squeeze you/With the most venomous approach and they'll hang you with them ropes/They be acting like they clean, but they be mingling with dopes/Just some addicts in the sky and you can see it in they eyes/Plus they come across so real in their lies"

"I was on the corner with the 8-Ball/Pray I never catch a fed or a state charge/Sweatpants stagging from the 8-long/Middle fingers up, fuck the state law/12 ride by, man, I hate y'all/Rich nigga, guess the feeling is mutual/I was in the vacants and the Uber too/Diamonds on me wet, need a scuba suit"

"I be in the hills in the mountains, counting bills by the thousands/Talking to my lawyers and accountants/Cuban links dripping like fountains, Vegas nights, standing on the couches/Smoking on gas by the ounces, all my niggas looking like the bouncers/My new shit got the club bouncing/My old shit got the Chevy's bouncing/Nearly lost my breath when I seen my new balance"

Ya wife's all on me like a ice bucket challenge/They stand and stare like a mannequin challenge/Counting all this money, now my hand got callous/Came from section 8, now I'm shopping for a palace/Ribs was touching, now my pockets on Khaled/Was Ramen noodles, now it's steak in my palette/High stakes I devoured, mama gets showered/Everything she want, from the house to the flowers"