Lyrics Woke - John Gabbana

Woke

I’ma do me regardless
Gotta play it smart like Marcus
Met the devil once, he heartless
Thank God I made it out the darkness
I’m more than a rapper, I’m really an author
The softest niggas always act like the hardest
This beam make it easier to hit my target
It’s time to finish what I motherfuckin' started
The route that I’m taking, is slow, I’m impatient
Don’t run from your fears like I did, just go face em
Remember when I use to b the most hated
Now they saying my comback is the greatest
God gave me a vision, I’m making a statement
My bitch acting up to to find a replacement
My whole life is now under fucking surveillance
I’m bout to pack up and move under the basement
Forgive me, I’m human
It’s humid, got drugs I’m abusing, that’s stupid, John what are you doing?
Fuck therapy bitch we already been through this
I’m living my way, nigga fuck how you view this
They sleeping on me, over looking my music
That’s just motivation, time for me to use it
My features a dub, offer less, I’m refusing
Ahead of the game when they thought I’d be losing
At the chase bank, this not face paint
Boy ya face stank, hit ya point blank, wit a shank shank
All this fucking evil make you think think, is he even real?
Damn,
what we gon' do if he ain’t ain’t?
Johnny plank plank, won’t pretend that I’m a saint
Niggas talking from the side, come and step inside the paint
Always feeling like I can, bitch I’ll never say «I can’t»
If it’s breathe inside yo body, how can you make a complaint?
No more makeup, settled down but I came up
Stayed strong never gave up, John got his weight up
When are people gonna wake up?
When my people gonna raise up?
Father don’t forsake us, if you love us why you take us?
Only hate us cause they ain’t us, really they should thank us
But they rather try to taint us, take our soul and restraint us
John please tell your story, we wanna know more bout you
I won’t risk my freedom just to be labeled as «Cool»
More successful than my teachers, I did this shit without school
Ain’t funny how?
Holdup a second John don’t be rude
A man on a mission, need more recognition
Eyes wide as pigeon, true to my religion
God be talking to me through intuition, for my son I try to make good decisions
Don’t like to argue, I’m not with the bickering
Bettered myself, now I’m making a difference
Tryna get rich, I’m done acting belligerent
Don’t want my kids to see me acting ignorant
Where have you been?
Where did you go?
I’m losing my life before I’m selling my soul
Fuck how long it takes, I’m reaching my goals
Be careful, don’t reach cause I’ll reach for my pole
Done going to jail, I’m done being controlled
I’m not a dog, I don’t move when I’m told
Reality check, the world we live in cold
Your best friend is gon' be the first one to fold
I know, let’s take it slow and see how far this go
None of you rappers flow hard as my flow
It takes me 4 days to run through an «O»
Let’s celebrate nigga we no longer broke
Remember when niggas took me as a joke?
Now the same niggas on the sideline taking notes
I’m gon' touch a mill, not talking bout oats
Put respect on my name, you talking bout a goat
Hmm, you pussy nigga sore losers
Ha you prolly pay for your viewers
Stay making moves, call me mister maneuver
You spend your whole life behind a computer
Fuck the police, I’ma motherfuckin' trooper
Ha, John got a good sense of humor
I am the dealer, bitch you are the user
You niggas my students, bitch I am your tutor