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