WAKE UP

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I been counted out homie ever since the fifth grade It’s hard to make friends when you’ve never make a mistake Even back then I had a girl that had a thick waist Half of my “friends’ would end up finding how my kids taste Stabbed my back they went and did it with a switch blade And walked around town with they mother fuckin chin raised When you 6 foot with a dick that make you 6’8 You find out pretty quick that every alpha males bitch made Switch lanes labels tell me learn to pick a genre But every paycheck keeps adding another comma I got dirt on this entire industry so if they comin with the drama Ima let fly and change my name to karma Carbon copy mother fuckers really tryna test me They all up on my dick it ain’t the type that’s sexy You signed for 20 bands and somehow disrespect me I’m making that shit every month off of my streams that shit don’t impress me WAKE UP The story never change it stay the same You look the other way pretending all my shits lame The easy way outs to put a bullet in my brain And watch em blow my shit up while I’d be rolling in my grave Out of control and I’m insane, if you were me you’d be the same Everybody got a piece of them they never learned to tame Learned to put mine on a leash and keep it locked inside a cage But homie I can find the key I’d need in everything you say Tell these labels that I’m unaccessible, I’m not flexible A feature cost however many bands at festivals My life path gave me ten-pound testicles That got your girl buff dog it’s not the vegetables (Unacceptable) a menace to society I meant what I said when I give dead men anxiety They’re scared of what can happen if I wake up what’s inside of me Genius or insane they’ll write a book on my psychiatry WAKE UP Out stream kids that signed for milis, that’s a disaster Labels definitely wanna kill me that bring me laughter They tell me that I should to let it go but I’m a bastard Ima milk it like I’m opening a fucking pasture Drop nothing but hits boy Killing beats like a mother fuckin sick boy Mommy cut checks now you wanna act rich boy I just doubled all of that, and made it off of bitcoin, Ugh Ya’ll predictable, and unoriginal Fuck this industry it’s too political Half you pussies think you’re invincible My jobs turning all of you invisible Unforgivable, turn me to the villain Seen the glass half full and that’s unfulfilling Ima top it off till the shit start spilling Call 911 I’m boutta make me a killing Fuck you