AWAKENESE
Fony Wallace, bitch
I'm smokin' strong, can't fuck up meds
Used to shoot shit up, like Jacy King
I came a long way, nigga, from being broke
Niggas in the hood say I give 'em hope
Many people told me I saved they lives
Can't change the world if you're not alive
This human shit is do or die
No suicide, God's by my side
I got love for everyone alive
But I still keep a tool by my side
Niggas ain't believe, we had to prove 'em wrong
I hope all those niggas can't hear this song
One second you here, and the next you gone
'Member gettin' money offa' cuttin' lawns
'Member makin' money, I was rakin' leaves
So many dollar bills that I'm rakin' in
I been movin' fast, I been breakin' knees
I'm so woke, I speak awakenese
For three years, I learned Japanese
Used to flip packs speakin' trapanese
Same nigga, chest got bigger
If I saw Will Smith, I'd slap that nigga
I fuck with Chris Rock, that nigga's funny
You always broke, got no money
I remember niggas tryna count me out
I said "fuck school" and I dropped out
I said "fuck school" and I stopped going
I get caught Rick without Owen
We goin' up, and we not slowin'
We goin' up like the money we throwin'
I'm so high, like Lil Peep
But I won't die like Lil Peep
That nigga fire, shoutout Lil Peep
If he was still alive he'd be one of the greatest
Niggas come up with excuses to hate us
I make less money if I was on the Lakers
I been gettin' money since I was sixteen years old
Jerry Seinfeld was with a sixteen year old
You sign to a label to tell you what to do
Got some brand new Rick Owens shoes
A lot of kids' moms got an OnlyFans
I personally wouldn't take that kind of disrespect, but nigga, that's just the way I am
Biden left niggas in Afghanistan
Banned all those niggas to the Taliban
She wanna fuck me, she know I'm the man
We went on a date, and she held my hand
I'm Christ D, a Jamaican man
One day, I'ma be on the cover of FADER
The U.S.A. created Al-Qaeda
We should not have gone to Iran
I love every one of my fans
Rick Owen pants cost a couple bands
Too much money to fit in my hands
I'm spittin' that shit that they don't understand
Controllin' your thoughts is part of they plan
I'm sippin lean, and I'm smokin' kush
Barack Obama related to George Bush
Bill Clinton hung out with Jeffrey Epstein
My girl told me I look sexy
I fuck with Sprite, can't pour lean and Pepsi
If it ain't about money, then don't text me
Too many texts, I got two phones
Niggas spend the day lookin' at one phone
I'm smokin' strong, can't fuck up meds
Used to shoot shit up, like Jacy King
I came a long way, nigga, from being broke
Niggas in the hood say I give 'em hope
Many people told me I saved they lives
Can't change the world if you're not alive
This human shit is do or die
No suicide, God's by my side
I got love for everyone alive
But I still keep a tool by my side
Niggas ain't believe, we had to prove 'em wrong
I hope all those niggas can't hear this song
One second you here, and the next you gone
'Member gettin' money offa' cuttin' lawns
'Member makin' money, I was rakin' leaves
So many dollar bills that I'm rakin' in
I been movin' fast, I been breakin' knees
I'm so woke, I speak awakenese
For three years, I learned Japanese
Used to flip packs speakin' trapanese
Same nigga, chest got bigger
If I saw Will Smith, I'd slap that nigga
I fuck with Chris Rock, that nigga's funny
You always broke, got no money
I remember niggas tryna count me out
I said "fuck school" and I dropped out
I said "fuck school" and I stopped going
I get caught Rick without Owen
We goin' up, and we not slowin'
We goin' up like the money we throwin'
I'm so high, like Lil Peep
But I won't die like Lil Peep
That nigga fire, shoutout Lil Peep
If he was still alive he'd be one of the greatest
Niggas come up with excuses to hate us
I make less money if I was on the Lakers
I been gettin' money since I was sixteen years old
Jerry Seinfeld was with a sixteen year old
You sign to a label to tell you what to do
Got some brand new Rick Owens shoes
A lot of kids' moms got an OnlyFans
I personally wouldn't take that kind of disrespect, but nigga, that's just the way I am
Biden left niggas in Afghanistan
Banned all those niggas to the Taliban
She wanna fuck me, she know I'm the man
We went on a date, and she held my hand
I'm Christ D, a Jamaican man
One day, I'ma be on the cover of FADER
The U.S.A. created Al-Qaeda
We should not have gone to Iran
I love every one of my fans
Rick Owen pants cost a couple bands
Too much money to fit in my hands
I'm spittin' that shit that they don't understand
Controllin' your thoughts is part of they plan
I'm sippin lean, and I'm smokin' kush
Barack Obama related to George Bush
Bill Clinton hung out with Jeffrey Epstein
My girl told me I look sexy
I fuck with Sprite, can't pour lean and Pepsi
If it ain't about money, then don't text me
Too many texts, I got two phones
Niggas spend the day lookin' at one phone
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Writer(s): Christ Dillinger
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