Wake Up

Wake up, bake up
Young gotta go get paper

Wake up, bake up
Young gotta go get paper

Wake up, bake up
Young gotta go get paper

Woke up boy feeling good today
Got my gang all around like a day-to-day
And we going some place you gotta pay to play
Yea my cup full of lemons and some Tanqueray
Better bring your change
Better loose your chain
Better know your range
Boy you better love the game
Follow all those you might do something
But if one drops from the top you might lose something
Man I'm through fronting
I'ma lose shades, see my so eyes glazed
Next up, you gone see my fuckin move coming

Mangos, cookies, and cake
Platinum OG smoke great
Mangos, cookies, and cake
Platinum OG smoke great

Green on green hear the money machine
STACKS
The lows are mean but the highs so clean
You gonna need to control your mind to see

Welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine
Welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine

Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS

Funny how far one zip can go
Forget about it soon as the Zippo glow
I won't ever know where my chips go though
Forget about it soon as the Zippo glow

This hallway's stretching for a mile, god damn
And I plated a vile hand so I'm back at the room
To regroup with a couple bad fruits and a cup of black juice
And your god damn right I'ma mix the two

See the rules are clear
This is instinct you ain't go no time to think
And if you do your shits gone right after you blink

Kings and Queens, Jacks and Jokers
Big faced bills with some baking soda
Broken dreams, dollar donors
Big bright lights keep your bank a donut
Not my team
When we roll up, big ass bucket full of Icy Ronas
Flee the scene with our dough up
Smoked out whips speed out Verona

Green on green hear the money machine
STACKS
The lows are mean but the highs so clean
You gonna need to control your mind to see

Welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine
Welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine

Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS
Boy I gotta get my STACKS

The lows are mean but the highs so clean
You gonna need to control your mind to see
I said the lows are mean but the highs so clean
You gonna need to control your mind to see

Welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine
I said welcome to a land where the hands of time are boxed up
And the power in the hand is mine

All ego aside man, the house is mine
I reside in a place where the faces lie
And to the untrained eye, yea, the ace is high
But in my mind there's a couple numbers flying
In my mind that's a couple summers flying
It's showtime I can see the lights are shining
Is my time I just need for you to buy in
You've slept for a while now the sun is shining

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Gotta, gotta get paper
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Gotta, gotta get paper

Welcome to a land here time and money do not equate, nor do either exist
Yet it is man-made as is its predecessor
Kings, Queens, Jacks, Jokers, diamonds, hearts, chips, and quota
The power is yours go be who you want to
Though I suggest you be who you ought to
As there are many roles to be known and each face tells a story of their own
The only truth lies in the eyes of those who seek their soul