Rod Wave just turned Christmas into a street sermon with “Feed the Streets,” the official video dropping today—December 25, 2025—via [Alamo Records] and directed by Cam Grey, where soulful croons clash with revolutionary fire like eggnog spiked with truth serum.
This one’s Rod Wave at his most unfiltered: melodic trap laced with gospel echoes and piano ripples that swell into emotional tempests, his baritone cracking open like thunder over St. Pete’s humid nights. It’s hip-hop with a preacher’s pulse—think introspective verses over sparse, haunting production that lets the pain breathe.
Thematically, it’s a defiant middle finger to control: rejecting brainwashing from old heads (“I ain’t got to be born again”), plotting revolution with the young guns, and navigating fake love in a world of backstabs and Perky pops. Lines like “Where are you going to go when we start a revolution” nod to Malcolm X fire and Jay-Z wisdom, while the hook pleads to keep the game alive—“What would the game ever be without me, baby?” It’s vulnerability masked as armor, grappling with cold hearts, trust issues, and that relentless grind for millions over billions, all without chasing trends or new faces. Self-produced vibes shine through, teased in Grey’s cinematic visuals of Wave cruising lowriders and staring down ghosts, already racking views on YouTube where fans are stitching their own “keep it going” stories.
Standalone for now, but it slots right into Wave’s vault of anthems—no album tie-in announced, though whispers of a 2026 project swirl on his Insta. It’s the kind of drop that feels like a reset, born from his Florida roots where salvation’s free but streets demand payment upfront.
Wave’s owning 2025 like a boss, fresh off Nostalgia’s platinum plaques and sold-out arena runs that had TikTok in tears over “Call Your Friends.” The 26-year-old who turned heartbreak into hits is evolving—less wide-eyed wonder, more battle-scarred sage—trading raw confessions for calls to arms that rally the next gen. This holiday surprise? It’s him feeding the faithful, proving he’s not just surviving the game; he’s rewriting its rules, one unchained verse at a time.
Dive into the Feed the Streets lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Rod Wave tracks for more of his soul-stirring street soul.
Lyrics of Feed the Streets by Rod Wave
I Ain’t No Uncle Tom
Salvation Is Free
You Can’t Brainwash Me
Jesus Said
First You Seek The Kingdom Of Heaven And His Righteousness
And All Of These Things Together
Where Are You Going To Go When We Start A Revolution
Who Sad Are You Going To Be On
Are You Still Going To Be On Your Knees Begging For Us Jobs
Well Young Man
You First Must Be Born Again
God Is A Spirit
I Ain’t Born Again
I Ain’t Got To Be Born Again
See I Was Born In A New Generation
Your Mother Could Have Brainwashed You
But Can’t Nobody Brainwash Me
I’m Ready, It’s Going To Take A Young Boy Like Us
We In The Revolution
When Unc Died I Was Lost Broken Heart Turned Me Soft
And The Glock Lost Dolph And The Michael Lost The Boss
Yeah
I Got Old Niggas Mad ’cause I Came In Control
Tryna Teach My Generation
They Been Lost For So Long
They All Scared Of Me ’cause I Got The Game In The Choke
Put Her Legs In Her Air
And Wrap My Hand On Her Throat
When I’m Riding Around The
Hey I Got To Drac In My Lap
Poppin’ Perkies Back To Back
Is Getting Hard To Relax
Lil Brudda A Hunter Tryna Eat A Opp Nigga For Breakfast
Run Em Down And Stand Over Him
That’s A Zpals Crusher
Nigger Tryna Get Up Close
And Cut My Throat I Won’t Let Him
I’ve Been Thugging For So Long
I’m Gone Be Thugging Forever
Remember Me And Reem
Fought Over The Stolen Electra
Daddy Ask Him Why I’m Mad
And I Can’t Even Tell Him
They That Gangster Shit
That Malcolm X Was Preaching ’bout
That Tupac Was Preaching ’bout
That Suge And Puff Was Beefing ’bout
My Head Gone My Heart Cold
I Can’t Trust A Soul
These Bitches Fake
These Niggas Fake
This Year I’m Staying At Home
You Can’t Show These Niggas Love
’cause They Got Hate In Their Bones
Niggas Stabbed Ya In Your Back
Still Be Calling Your Phone
Rider My Brother
And He Keep Asking Me What I’m On
I Start Whacking These Fuck Niggas
They Gone Tell Me I’m Wrong
I Did The Millions, Now Billions
What I Aimed For
I Just Want The Money
Give Me What I Came For
I Wanna Make No New Friends
Never Follow Trends
I Take My L’s On The Chin
I’m Top But Tell Me But Can’t Quit
Tell Me
Where Will The Game Ever Be Without Me Baby
Keep It Going Noonie
I Gotchu Baby
Need That Gangster Shit
That Malcolm X Was Teaching ’bout
That Tupac Was Preaching ’bout
That Suge And Puff Was Beefing ’bout
They Want To Build You Up
And Break You Like They Did Iron Mike
Need That Shit That J Was Smoking
When He Got His Mind Right
Now What Would The Game Be Without Me Baby
Keep It Going On Noonie
I Gotchu Baby, I Gotchu Baby
I Gotchu Baby
Keep It Going On Noonie
I Gotchu Baby, I Gotchu Baby
I Gotchu Baby
Keep It Going On Noonie
They Tell Me Where Would The Game Ever Be Without Me Baby
Keep It Going On Noonie
I Gotchu Baby, I Gotchu Baby
I Gotchu Baby, Tell Me Yeah
