Wake Up
Wake up in the morning this the first thing that you play
Lemme tell how a real nigga start his day
Look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
Yea look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
I just brushed my teeth
If it's cold outside I thank God I got heated seats
They cannot impeach me
Just like Trump skin tone everything is peachy
I just stuffed a Wood with some leaves that was stinky
This ain't Game of Thrones but I need me a Khaleesi
Peasant or a queen
Ain't no in between
Sometimes a nightmare but I'm the man of her dreams
Coming like I'm Freddy Krueger for everybody that slept on me
I done practice self defense on everybody that crept on me
I got G Star on my jeans and yes they are the late release
200 a piece
If I say I blew a bag then thats a part of speech
I can't do no leeches
Wake up in the morning this the first thing that you play
Lemme tell how a real nigga start his day
Look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
Yea look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
I just brush my teeth
If it's cold outside I thank God I got heated seats
They cannot impeach me
Just like Trump skin tone everything is peachy
I just stuffed a Wood with some leaves that was stinky
Too many times I was down
Talking nose to the ground
Thank God I got a real circle, always stayed around
Through his amazing grace I was lost but I'm found
Now I'm fighting demons hope he keep me safe and sound
Had to go regroup
Realign my troops
Can't converse with you
You go by the name of who?
I been feeling isolated went and copped a coupe
I don't need no backseat drivers in my crew
I got em all excited
Got turbulence but I know God is my autopilot
The city crazy, from the booth I'm hearing all the sirens
My homie just got picked up for driving dirty license
But his face card was good though
Got a bad lil shorty give me good throat
She try and say I'm not that nigga I said "good joke"
Hood hero, thats my aspiration
The states is glorified but really we the baddest nation
We ain't had the worst president assassinated
But we got niggas out here dying over legislation
Man that shit hellacious
It's Glock
Lemme tell how a real nigga start his day
Look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
Yea look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
I just brushed my teeth
If it's cold outside I thank God I got heated seats
They cannot impeach me
Just like Trump skin tone everything is peachy
I just stuffed a Wood with some leaves that was stinky
This ain't Game of Thrones but I need me a Khaleesi
Peasant or a queen
Ain't no in between
Sometimes a nightmare but I'm the man of her dreams
Coming like I'm Freddy Krueger for everybody that slept on me
I done practice self defense on everybody that crept on me
I got G Star on my jeans and yes they are the late release
200 a piece
If I say I blew a bag then thats a part of speech
I can't do no leeches
Wake up in the morning this the first thing that you play
Lemme tell how a real nigga start his day
Look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
Yea look up in the mirror, I'm that nigga to my face
I just brush my teeth
If it's cold outside I thank God I got heated seats
They cannot impeach me
Just like Trump skin tone everything is peachy
I just stuffed a Wood with some leaves that was stinky
Too many times I was down
Talking nose to the ground
Thank God I got a real circle, always stayed around
Through his amazing grace I was lost but I'm found
Now I'm fighting demons hope he keep me safe and sound
Had to go regroup
Realign my troops
Can't converse with you
You go by the name of who?
I been feeling isolated went and copped a coupe
I don't need no backseat drivers in my crew
I got em all excited
Got turbulence but I know God is my autopilot
The city crazy, from the booth I'm hearing all the sirens
My homie just got picked up for driving dirty license
But his face card was good though
Got a bad lil shorty give me good throat
She try and say I'm not that nigga I said "good joke"
Hood hero, thats my aspiration
The states is glorified but really we the baddest nation
We ain't had the worst president assassinated
But we got niggas out here dying over legislation
Man that shit hellacious
It's Glock
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Writer(s): Gregory Green
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