Wake Up (feat. 2F ROB)

I'm in that mode, I get trippin' off the wake up, niggas talkin' down, they ain't got no Motion, boy, go get yo cake up Ayy, E-Way, let's do it Walk a nigga down Ha, let's do it I'm in that mode, I get trippin' off the wake up, niggas talkin' down, they ain't got no Motion, go get yo cake up Can't claim these niggas, we ain't bros, these niggas fake up, told my bitch she good, without that Shit don't put on all that makeup Stayed out the way I held it down, but I always knew they was gon' switch up Draw down on him, tryna buck the jack, yo dumbass gon' get cooked up Ain't tryna kick it, tryna blow and rock out at some fuckin' shows Can't call me gang, cause you on that lame shit tryna flex in front of hoes Yeah, yo bitch, she said that she my ho, but I don't want her there for sure You can have her, keep her home, you can have a happy home, but you playin', then you gone I won't ever call the bros, I step and smoke all on my own Tell them niggas get they cheese right, always goin' in on the street light I was with my bros through storms, then we came out to the beach life This shit ain't magic, make it happen, you on motion, get yo fee right You on motion, get yo mind together My niggas steppin' in to finest dressing, niggas talk til we find the drifts Been through life with all kinda lessons, been through hell with all kinda blessings Show the gold, gettin' all the drip, all the wave, they ain't on to the list XRP gettin' all the hair, money kinda make a nigga made of hair So if any gang nigga made it clear, you on smoke, nigga blaze it then Grandma baby I was made to win, but old Trippie said he made to spend Now them 30's niggas takin' it, send all my beef to the frying pan Send all my love to the dyin man Send all my love to the. Send all my love to the.