Lyrics:
Oh yeah we cool as ice the drugs and darkness had me tired
I had to realize I had to wake up deep inside
God really could offer you way better I would
Before Le marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my
Page one dowgs running me over,
Didn't see me drowning but they saw me chearing, in the club with the same faces that are nice to my face Then stub me
Ya patna owe me cash I'm gon get that bank
Put a bomb under the car and a twist in the gas tank what
Catch me at the club with a clutch at my waist
Let's dance again
[Puff] Refuse to stop All Out Bad Boy come on
[Mase]
Yo everyday I wake up sick of the homeless
But other than
me
I need to make a salary
Motherfuck a salary
Wake up and I'm feeling like that
Same dream but I'm feeling like crap
Why can't I take a day off?
I
Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why
i wake up
From this nightmare
I'm attached and it's not fair
I didn't need her to hurt me in my worst,
Why did you trap me
I wanna break free
(wish
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody
brown honey
I got so many honeys
I got so many guns
I got so many hundreds
You got so many ones
I walk up in the club
Tell a hoe give me some
with me, he might not wake up tomorrow
She want put that pussy on me, fuck her good and never call her
.223s in traffic now, they know I'm forever
plaques posted
Ooh
How you sip tea but got tea bagged by three dudes
He be moving lento
Even if he tried he couldn't let go uh
Double up the tempo
Tangy
the club like everything be fo' sho'
And I'll get
One little girl, two little girls tryna get me to dance
I'll get, three little girls, four little girls
without a fight
They rubbed him up the wrong way
This is what they heard him say
Gertcha, cowson, gertcha
Gertcha, when me rock and roll records wake
she pulling on my sleeve and begging not to leave
She leave on make-up when we wake up
Wearing maybelline
cnd last night was like a movie that I never
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original black Elvis
That's right; when you see me with my wig
Conscious
Produced by
Nate H. ctkinson Jr & Barely Conscious Ent.
Release Date
January 15, 2018
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Now you're sitting pretty
Need a City Girl to ride
And come kick it wit me
Three steps to the left
Bumping New Edition
Wake up in the morning
Pretty
without a fight
They rubbed him up the wrong way
This is what they heard him say
Gertcha, cowson, gertcha
Gertcha, when me rock and roll records wake
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
the club like everything be fo' sho'
And I'll get
One little girl, two little girls tryna get me to dance
I'll get, three little girls, four little girls
been surrounded
By demons
They screaming
Cash rules everything
Around me
I'm broke
Iont know why they around me
Penny for ya thoughts
Won't drop
of kisses, then you wake up in my clothes
And maybe we just need a little distance
Not like I need you close
I'll edit you out of the picture
Maybe you can
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
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