Wake Up
I swear it was nothin’ but last week
I was just fuckin’ on Ashley
Pussy and titties and ass cheeks
I was a player but never an athlete (Yeah)
I was as lonely as Bradley
Wishin' so bad to fuck up my daddy (Fuck)
I swear that I ain’t been in front of my pop
Since I would ride in the back seat
I do what I said I would never pursue
And there’s levels to shit like it’s tiramisu
Brothers and bitches will lie to your face
Just cause they think that it betters the truth
Where is the loyalty? Everything gone
Can’t even talk to my mom
Not for nothin', but somethin' is terribly wrong
I rather be dead on my lawn
Itchin' my palms to check where my head’s at (What?)
Like, where in-the-fuck are my friends at?
If you ain’t know nothing ‘bout riding to death
Why in-the-fuck have you said that? (Why?)
I swear we were youngins a minute ago
Only the bitches were in it to blow (That's it)
All of the ballers were callin' the shots
Callin' up bitches to give it and go (Go)
Where the fuck is the game?
All I can see is they hustle the same
Out for the night to be stuck in a daze
Really, I just got some trouble with lames
What the fuck do you bleed?
I just see money and greed
I’ve been stuck in my dreams, I know what I need
Please, I need to wake up
(Wake up, wake up, please)
Wake up (Wake up, please)
Wake up (Yeah, wake up, wake up, wake up)
I swear it was nothin’ but last night (Yeah)
Ridin' my whip to the gas light
Maybe I bought it for half price (Yeah)
Fuck it, the hooptie was mad nice (Yeah)
All that I needed was ten bucks
And I’m whippin’ that bitch like a Benz truck
Puttin’ hoes down, pickin’ friends up
I’m startin' to know where I’ll end up (Yeah, yup, yeah)
I’m thinkin' ‘bout when I was ridin' the bench (The bench?)
And my friends still ridin' the fence
Ain’t givin' nobody time to repent (Shit)
Just some time in the trench
I got some bitches that love when I slide in the French
And some bitches I drench
But fuck all these bitches, it’s time for revenge (Who?)
I know who I’m against
Look at the grass to see where the snakes at (Look)
And cut it, you know that they hate that
They say that they’re everything that they portray (Nah)
But I promise they ain’t that (I promise)
This shit is older than eight-tracks
Fuck all the gossip, I state facts
My brother told me he’s lookin' for pounds (What?)
And to go get my weight back, fuck
He got Jordan for days
And got more than I’m paid (Yeah)
But fuck it, I know he’s supportin' my name (Fuck it)
And it’s more than a game
That’s my brother, he’s nothin' like you ever seen (Nothin')
He’s a fuckin' machine
He been tellin' me, tellin' me just what I need
So, I know what I need
I need to wake up
