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(*talking*)
Wake up-wake-up-wake up
Man I hit the set, and them boys be getting ghost
Ya know, they spooking but it`s cool
I`m bout to wake `em up
[Hook - 2x]
You better watch me, cause I`m doing bad
Plus I`m hurting, I gotta get weed
Now where them goods at, playboy give me that
And get them goods wrapped, I`ll make you lean back
[C-Murder]
See my clock is on need fo`, I`m `ready tweeking
I can`t be sitting up here hurting, all weekend
I keep on falling off, at the worst times
And if I`m stuck it ain`t my fault, I`m gon reverse mines
My pain I`ma nourish mines, cause I`m sick with it
Now where them ballers at, I`m looking for that big ticket
Ten minutes from losing it, one day from locked up
The way I`m living, sooner or later I`m gon be boxed up
Nobody trusting me, they know how I`m coming
I hit the block, and I swear I see them cowards running
Putting they stash up, peeping out they windows
Now why they tripping, I`m the exact opposite of 5-0
It`s called survival, of the fittest
I can`t help it cause I`m with it, and you ain`t with it
I come to get it, yeah I did it I did that
I can`t take that back, so beat your feet back
All y`all gon remember me, cause me ain`t no joke
Me do what me does, cause ain`t no being broke
I was raised in this, I ain`t ask for this
I tried changing my life, and now it`s back to this
Somebody pray for me, the Lord is testing me
But them people, they gon have problems arresting me
Now my lungs hurting, need that black vest
And I feel like, jacking one of these rappers
[Hook - 2x]
[Fiend]
Was 14 with the felons, while y`all did the misdemeanors
Niggaz my age, was pushing Beamers
Niggaz that sprayed, while using Ninas
AK`s and SK`s, your chest cave
Your neck shaved, and your waves turn to still water
Hood on fire, racks of money steal daughters
Kill fathers, pop a seed in your mama
This routine, and you pussies thought you knew Fiend
I`m from a city, where ery`thing crooked
Where the right kind of money, meant the judge overlook it
And I`m screwed up, I ain`t talking Swishahouse
`Fore I learned to tie my shoes up, I was burning crews up
My Ward verse your Ward, put them 22`s up
These 26`s, make you put them 22`s up
This Mack-90 mean, I ain`t giving you fuck
But bullets, in that shiny new truck
What you know about, fighting for five days
Hanging niggaz upside down, coming at you sideways
A crooked H, going 67-5
And I add them three quarters for the ride, plus I`m high
[Hook - 2x]
[Popeye]
I got this world in the tip of my pistol, shining like crystal on my waist
Shadow ducking the barell, reflecting off in his face
He`s below his lace, so my tape`s no longer lead
Stomp in the Expedition, my mission was made to speed
Blazing up the weed, tried my tint`s and armored lint
Checking up on my schedule, for all the Benz I spent
Get the hustling broad, put the one out of socket
Having enough to catch life, in all four of my pockets
You understand, and click your hand late
It`s time to cope for what you never ate, guts and nuts on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it`s hotter than Akapolko
[Hook - 2x]
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