Wake Up
(Let's smoke a wood cause I miss the guys)
Uh, Wake up start the day
Let's smoke a wood cause I miss the guys
The speed limit say 50 but I can't go less than 65
I stay in my own lane, don't interfere me with shit
Won't catch me picking sides
For anybody that ever said I was gon fail,
I got a big surprise
Everybody mad I missed my Granny celebration
Damn, I wish I could've made it
Growing up my house was big enough for a basement
Had to settle for the pavement
The plug tried to tax me for a 7, had to take it
Don't ask to hit it, Ima face it
If anybody got a problem with me they can leave cause
I ain't with none of that fake shit
My niggas telling me I do this rappin shit with ease
Just wait till I take off, I'm racing
Bitches in they feelings cause they see me doing me
But baby I don't do relations
I wish it didn't have to be like this
You already know how it go
It'll have to be a cold ass day in hell
For me to be wifin a hoe
Nigga trippin, say he don't like the way it smell
He plan on wiping his nose
A lot of rappers from the city ended up in jail
But that ain't the route that I chose
Moved out the house just so I can be grown
Turn up the heater
Ion like when it's cold
I dare another nigga try to run up on the gang
I swear we ain't fighting no more
Don't come to me looking for problems
Like I ain't got nothing to lose
You can tell that I come from the bottom
I still got some mud on my shoes
Going through it with my family I keep messing up
You just moved in yo first house
I just moved out my second one
Hot boxin in the rental car
But a nigga won't drop no ashes in this bitch
Just leave me lone if I don't smoke
Cause I might spazz up in this bitch
If Mary Jane wasn't on my side, I wouldn't crashed out
Roll up and spark the blunt
Cause it be giving me exactly what I need
Gas in my lungs and I can't feel a thing
Every check that I get, Ima spend it on weed
Too much smoke in the air now I can't even breath
How I ball on a bitch could've went to the league
If he @ the gang the we causin a scene
I don't know how much money this rappin gon bring
Tryna make it this year if you ain't on my team
Then bitch you assed out
Uh, Wake up start the day
Let's smoke a wood cause I miss the guys
The speed limit say 50 but I can't go less than 65
I stay in my own lane, don't interfere me with shit
Won't catch me picking sides
For anybody that ever said I was gon fail,
I got a big surprise
Everybody mad I missed my Granny celebration
Damn, I wish I could've made it
Growing up my house was big enough for a basement
Had to settle for the pavement
The plug tried to tax me for a 7, had to take it
Don't ask to hit it, Ima face it
If anybody got a problem with me they can leave cause
I ain't with none of that fake shit
My niggas telling me I do this rappin shit with ease
Just wait till I take off, I'm racing
Bitches in they feelings cause they see me doing me
But baby I don't do relations
I wish it didn't have to be like this
You already know how it go
It'll have to be a cold ass day in hell
For me to be wifin a hoe
Nigga trippin, say he don't like the way it smell
He plan on wiping his nose
A lot of rappers from the city ended up in jail
But that ain't the route that I chose
Moved out the house just so I can be grown
Turn up the heater
Ion like when it's cold
I dare another nigga try to run up on the gang
I swear we ain't fighting no more
Don't come to me looking for problems
Like I ain't got nothing to lose
You can tell that I come from the bottom
I still got some mud on my shoes
Going through it with my family I keep messing up
You just moved in yo first house
I just moved out my second one
Hot boxin in the rental car
But a nigga won't drop no ashes in this bitch
Just leave me lone if I don't smoke
Cause I might spazz up in this bitch
If Mary Jane wasn't on my side, I wouldn't crashed out
Roll up and spark the blunt
Cause it be giving me exactly what I need
Gas in my lungs and I can't feel a thing
Every check that I get, Ima spend it on weed
Too much smoke in the air now I can't even breath
How I ball on a bitch could've went to the league
If he @ the gang the we causin a scene
I don't know how much money this rappin gon bring
Tryna make it this year if you ain't on my team
Then bitch you assed out
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