WAKING UP

Yo
I'm getting furious like my Dad, call me Tre
I'll get fast in a lil' bit, but right now baby let's delay
But I ain't no DJ, I just put on that instant replay
We ball but save our fortune, so it's every other day, yuh
Like Slick Rick in his prime
I just bag every single dime
Whether it's change or a piece
I cop shit, no option, no op shit
We mobbing in the streets
They only picked your track cause they thought it was me
But it's only authentic if it's stamped with that H and T

First track in the new year
Only track to be quite clear
Taking swigs of Everclear
That college life they hold so dear
Stand up straight like a soldier
Wake up early like Folger
Feeling much older, like a chip off my shoulder
Watch a sunrise or two
Lean back the seats, take in the view

Real Hip-Hop, nonstop watch a cop drop
They say they got eyes in the back of they heads
But the only holes I see is when they shot up dead
Looking through you while I bump this bluetooth
New tunes, chart topping view you from this new roof
Woohoo, celebratory sipping Yoo-hoo
None of that fools juice
If I'm getting tipsy, then my brain gets damaged
And like Dre said
Shit don't manage
Pull up like a drive-by in this carriage
You see what I'm saying
Chop up some carrots
I'm dedicated to the rhymes, call that marriage
Cowardly like Courage, I need extra storage
You bitches keep staring
Got eyes like a hawk so you know I'm never blinking
If you can't take a sip then go ahead and sink in

What the fuck ya-
What the fuck ya-
What the fuck you even talking 'bout you pull up
What the fuck ya-
What the fuck ya-
What the fuck you even talking 'bout you pull up
Talking shit but don't act on it, bitch
I'm talking 'bout y'all mark ass bitches
Fuck all y'all lame ass cliques
Might O.D. like Nikki Sixx (Sixx, Sixx)

Oh what that aroma can do
Brighter days for me and you
The best part of waking up
Is Folgers in your cup



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Radcliff
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