Wake Up

(Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up) Yeah, I've been drinkin' on bourbon with malt liquor Headache on a hundred, don't tell me about shit, bitch Take the keys to the Lexus and move it before they ticket Street cleanin' got me for a few hundred, I'm still sleepin' She tried to rub on my Johnson, I'm noddin', so, trick, beat it We done fucked and sniffed powder, then, Sunday, she still need it I got hoes on autopilot in Vegas and they need me Hit the 15, grab me some juice, and now I'm speedy, Gonzales Park Niggas know we the hardest, regardless of all them other hoods They know where it started, I'm just statin' facts 'Cause I love all of my funksters I wrote this in the back of a 'Lac at Vic's store The same one we used to smoke and ride and fuck, roarin' Ralph Lauren Polo Sport on my neck, it smell gorgeous Wake up so niggas can eat fruit, where my Porsche? Stop snorin' Gargoyles on the TV, Fruit Loops Saturday morning Stretchin' and yawnin', I threw on my white Jordans Red two's with the stitch on the side, you won't find 'em Drink so pink, when the sun hit, it might blind you Pussy so good like my favorite flavor in Hi-Chew I'm from the side where they yell, "Westside", before they slide through So you know where it's from, we outside, we never hide, foo Lost some homies due to where we come from, it made me cry too So if I feel this pain, then my enemies gotta die too On boot, no time for a bitch still on the avenue Tried to knock a bitch at the slow light, shoutout to Abbey Ru' Just to see if the ism still sharp, yeah, I still got it, ooh I'm headed to Maryland in a Chevy coupe With the homies from the New York Woo, do what you gotta do soon (Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake) (you sleepin' a bit too late) uh, yeah (Wake up) wake up, uh (can't you see it's a brand-new day? Ooh) (Wake up) copped the Presidential (put on your shoes), copped the chain, nigga (There's so many things that we've got to do) (this shit amazing, P) Yo, copped the Presidential Rollie was all whole money When motherfuckers was broke and bummy with your nose runny Spun for a coat as a youngin' some brothers stole from me My hitters is on go for me, smoke the homie, he need a GoFundMe I'm from where the youngsters unload fullys Puffy coats and hoodies, city cutthroat But we comfortably be wearin' luxury items where they come for you jewelry Left to talk is cold judge, be your judge and your jury Got it out the mud, but ain't no smudges on the Richard Millie Bitch say she in love with me, but I know it's temporary Ain't no one know it's us, we get chicken, baby She can't be lazy, my pimp hand been different lately Six ladies payin' me and everything's on a bitch, yeah, it's AOB And if she like to play with her nose, she know that she can get the yayo from me Stick your whole face in the eighth of key That's for lacin' me with the AP Can't even sleep, I'm hearin' (wake up, daddy, wake up) The blue gave the OG a nosebleed Used to be a hundred toes deep, now he watch the game from the nosebleed You need a closer seat I was lookin' like young Kobe Bean Wagyu only and Kobe beef Ho, when I'm coachin' the team, we not havin' no Shaq and Kobe beef It's only macaroni and cheese, smell me? Marci (wake up) Lustrous (wake up, daddy, wake up) (you sleepin' a bit too late) You know what I'm sayin'? Pimpire, nigga (wake up, can't you see it's a brand-new day?) Niggas can't fuck with it You know what I'm sayin'? (Wake up, put on your shoes) Uh (there's so many things that we've got to do) Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up Wake up