Lyrics:
can't do it cuz I got a son to feed
So I'm up all night
Looking for a score like a fiend
I'm out working
I'm out working
I'm out working everybody
Man I
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
When we
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
When we
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
Malcom stoned chillin wit al Capone
Wake up, (out the zone I’m from)’
Out the reach of the all woah I’ve brung’
Out preachin bout the soul I strung,
all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full tank of gas
On ether
If you from the block, watch y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, 'cause I saw murder
nightmares about my mama getting beat up in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
For my lack of union
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
average kid is
Got your son's and daughters' tellin' me I'm wicked
And I'm just sittin' in my own league
Yah better pay attention like you owe me
I'm still
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka
Man, I'm Carolina, stand on me
Straddle the boy i look hard up at my son
And the south at my daughter
Sink into my
You get peace, you get joy, happiness and all
WORLD, this is your wake-up call
Hello, good morning, everyone
(Good morning, everyone, yeah)
like togetherness, can we all get along?
Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn'
And make decisions when wake up and yawn
Come on,
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fuelled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head
up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them
lookin, my age right now
Troublesome when I try
Mirror mirror the King
If I day then I wake, may the Son be in dreams
I'm in a mode focused, God token,
I'm beginning to feel like a black guy
Black god
All my people own a pair of black socks
Track socks my hoopties blowing up and
I'm screaming Aluwakbar,
at work
So we could have a stable life
And when my son was born
I had to work even harder
Before I knew it my wife was giving birth to my daughter
Went
Another and another cigarete melts in my hands
While I'm smoking it up in the park!
I have no way to run or to walk somewhere as I am
Standing all
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