The Wake Up

Listen... here... fuck... boy...

I′m the new guy on the block now

Say you from the school of hard knocks boy you dropped out

I don't see the credentials

I don′t see the potential

Every night I'm in my room with a pad and a pencil

Said no to the fuck shit

These days who knows what trust is

I'm just tryna make moves and get up quick

And you know that we are nothing to be fucked with

Man I just want a million

I just want a billion

I just wanna be in a room full of Brazilians

I just wanna travel over seas

Goin′ crazy over me

Getting high eatin′ pizza with Sicilians

And I don't care what you say

Imma be on top like the toupee

Imma skirt skirt in a coopay

Oops I mean a coop tho

Fuck you motherfuckers in a loop hole

I′ll get my money fast homie you slow

And I take fatties and you take little ones

And you talking shit with a tank with a little gun

And I got nothing

But time got nothing

But rhymes in my coming

Soon like I'm fucking the time on

My soundcloud′s lit

I been my sound proud shit

I been on my bow-down shit

Cause I feel like the king of my type

And nobody's like me and that′s all right

Feeling so good and gracious

Been so patient

I always try to stray away from fake shit

The money won't come to those who waitin'

Gotta get it now before the shit erases

Gettin′ faded in different places

Meetin′ people, seein' different faces

Way too gone to remember the names

I never got used to it cause it′s never the same

Woah

The Wake Up

The Wake Up

The Wake Up

Man please don't hit my phone when I′m busy

Matter of fact, don't hit my phone at all

Don′t hit my email with some shit that won't make me money Matter of fact, I'm ignoring it all

Where were you when there was no one to call

Had to fuck around and teach my damn self how to dribble the ball

And everybody wanna laugh when you ain′t that good

And they say I can′t rap cause I ain't that hood

And they say I can′t rap cause I ain't got culture

Prayin′ on the game like a vulture

Fuck you and fuck you is what I say

I could probably throw a TD on a one eye'd play

I could probably sell water to a fish

Fellin′ like a gotta put a wish

I just wanna see the world with my bitch

One day imma help all of my homies get rich

Watch everyone who doubted get ditched

Yo, been a long a road

Been a long time

One day my show's gonna have a long line

Imma sell out the tickets and yell out to bitches

They show me the booty and yell out their digits

I'm the type to hit em′ and probably call again

Cause next time she gonna even probably call her friend

Then next next time she gonna call a friend and call a friend and all a sudden now you know she′s bringing all her friends, oh

Boy I'm awaken

Bringing home the bacon

Everybody told me stay patient

If I waited long enough I′d probably be impatient

So I stopped waiting, I started chasing

I need it now, I need it now more than ever

Momma raised me more than clever

I don't know nobody who know me better

As of now my life here is an open letter, bitch