Wide Awake (feat. Kayden Nielson)

Chemicals inside a rucksack
Feta goals as a rugrat
Reptar with this cigarette
I'm in a mood so I might disrespect
Cause I'm... flat broke like a poor bum
Still I'm... too sweet, give you sore gum
Pineapple in the diatrofi
Kinda funny how she detects those things
Over there, over here
I'm aware of my peers
And they're scared of my tier
Aye, like
When I'm hurt, I'm absurd
Go berserk, leave you nerds
In the dirt, ain't no Kirk to it
Bruv, I've had enough
Unless you meaning fish, ain't no tackling us
Write out a sentence, the gavel entrusts
So I don't worry about capital bud
From the beginning they sat and they judged
Not in any hurry to abdicate, but
After the fuss, had them pay dubs
All their offenses in the gravel and dust
Pop, pop
Then we drain a few glasses
Hot, hot
So we gain a few matches
Hah, hah
Keep them warm, keep them active
Pride in all my growth now I'm the Mane in this rap shit
Ratchet strapped up, pattern like half hitch
That is. accurate. depiction of what we got packaged
Tacit, yeah yuh, regular show on the mattress
Just a way to pay for the gas hit outside the Maverick now watch me pass it

I ain't no Tom Cruise, but I'm always stunting
Yuh
Mr. put that shit on really it ain't nothing
Nah
Gettin loose I'm sipping vodka like a Russian
Russian
Whipping in the kitchen yeah I'm up to something
Not talking bricks I'm talking hits like what you mean?
What?
I got the recipe about to fuck up the scene
Uh
Ain't looking back no more now all I see is green
Dollars
Can't fuck with us because you know my team supreme
Preme

Feeling like I'm A$AP Ferg cause I'm on a new level
Level
Used to be so dim now I be shining like a bezel
Bezel
Coming to take what's mine nah I can never ever settle
Nope
Me and K-Breezy about to pop like we some kettle
She make it clap just like she giving a round of applause
She open wide and now she feeling it all in her jaws
Jaws
I'm doin wonders now they call me the wizard of Oz
Oz
Still got so much to do, I don't got no time to pause
Nah
I smell like YSL, expensive linen on my body
Gave her some Hennessy and now she can't stop acting naughty
She want to be alone with me she want to leave the party
I hit it from the back I'm milly rocking Playboi Carti

Watch the pack do acrobatics like a gymnast
Flip flip
Not overnight, put in them hours and them minutes
Minutes
Fire in the booth shit hot just like a skillet
No excuses, everyday I got to get it
Go

Off a couple bumps of ket and still my boy sleepy
Cooking up all in the spot hoxboxing my teepee
Been chanting for some days that's why my voice squeaky
Feeling kinda hungry, I think I'll eat the beat
Need to feast? Fix a plate. Beef or cheese? This the place
Blowing trees, I'm feeling great. Flow with ease I feel the bass
Don't receive the Billy ta'ape, Britty breath of lying men
Man I don't think you're ready yet, for the lions den