Woke

Woke

Woke

Whoa, woke

Uh

Woke

Back up

Hold up, hold up, quiet down

People sleepin', they don't need to hear a peep I'm leakin'

Facts about they culture, systemly oppressive

Please quiet down

****, hear the message

Then I rose up like I'm Thriller, Thriller

Dead dream dealer, my broad vanilla

Coffee bean fill up, fill up, I ain't feelin' shit

You can't play me twice, I just plead the Fifth

They ain't got the answers

I've been just workin' the system to finally hear the truth

And we gon' need advances

Don't fuck with my mental, my money, my family, my dinner

Like do you think I'm stupid?

They lower my wages, I get it

I help them to hate it

Like turn up on a ****

Like bro, hold my celly, they put all these lies in your belly

Like (Whoa)

They can't play a **** seein' all they moves

Figured out the system

(Glad that I woke up)

Sideways staring

They just might be stupid

I ain't one to diss 'em

(Glad that I'm woke)

They don't wanna hear about themselves

**** dumb as hell

(Glad that I woke up)

I shine a light like a doctor at you, tell me, how do you feel?

They mad that I'm woke

They mad that I'm paid

They mad at my folks

They mad at my ways

They mad that I'm woke

They mad that I'm paid

That mad at my flows

They mad at my ways

Fuck with my purpose on purpose

Pay me for all of my service, why when I speak I got 'em nervous

I got all this heat in my verses

Like throw all this shit in the furnace

And stop givin' all the wrong people the power

Destroying, they fit to devour

That money quickly turn 'em sour

Cold days don't change

Old ways go away, yo

Had to go super, sayin'

If she pull up, then she super stayin'

See the city sad with the soul missin'

See the solution sittin' in the kitchen

I be cookin' cabbage, can you handle the heater?

I'm speakin' Spanish, yo no quiero mentira

Like hold up, where your permit, ****?

Need to quiet down with the verbiage, ****, uh

Kayo don't hang with the fake

He got the money to make, yeah

Helping my folks on the way

Put all that lyin' away, yeah

Jet Li with the notes, yeah yeah

I got truth for the folks, yeah yeah

Hurricane with the flow

Yeah, I got 'em runnin' down like you know

Yeah, I'm photo with the aim

Solo with the lames

Malcolm with the frames

Educate the lames

We don't play no games

All my shit the shit

And you could see the stains

They don't wanna see you show up

They don't wanna see you know much

They don't wanna see you glow up

They ain't really givin' no fuck

They mad that I'm woke

They mad that I'm paid

They mad at my folks

They mad at my ways

They mad that I'm woke

They mad that I'm paid

They mad at my flows

They mad at my way

I be on my own

I be on my own shit

They can fall asleep on me

I'ma keep my focus

I hope they never know

Hope they never know this

When it come to Heaven, we gon' see who get the closest

Glad that I woke up

Yeah

Glad that I woke up, up, up, up, up, up

Glad that I woke up

Glad that I woke up, up, up, up, up, up

Hidden propaganda, can I hear about it?

Add a pinch the truth and put some fear around it

That'd make a perfect combination

For the world to have internal 'terrogation

**** mad at the kid like I'm hogging the swing

That teacher, he's mean

Fuck what you seen

Come through and show the whole scene

He's sippin' and stuck on that lean

Glad that I woke up

Glad that I woke up, up, up, up, up, up

Glad that I woke up

Glad that I woke up, up, up, up, up, up