| I’m the new guy on the block now
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| Say you from the school of hard knocks, boy, you dropped out
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| I don’t see the credentials, I don’t see the potential
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| Every night I’m in my room with a pad and a pencil
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| Said no to the fuck shit
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| These days, who knows what trust is?
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| I’m just tryna make moves and get up quick
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| And you know that we are nothing to be fucked with
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| Man, I just want a million, I just want a billion
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| I just wanna be in a room full of Brazilians
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| I just wanna travel overseas, goin' crazy over me
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| Getting high, eatin' pizza with Sicilians
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| And I don’t care what you say
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| Imma be on top like the toupee
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| Imma skirt skirt in a coopay
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| Oops, I mean a coop tho
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| Fuck you motherfuckers in a loophole
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| I’ll get my money fast, homie, you slow
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| And I take fatties and you take little ones
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| And you talkin' shit, what’s a tank to a little gun
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| I got nothing but time got nothing
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| But rhymes in mice coming soon like I’m fucking the time
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| Now, my soundcloud’s lit
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| I been on my sound proud shit
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| I been on my bow-down shit
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| Cause I feel like the king of my type
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| And nobody’s like me and that’s all right
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| Feeling so good and gracious, been so patient
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| I always try to stray away from fake shit
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| The money won’t come to those who waitin'
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| Gotta get it now before the shit erases
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| Gettin' faded in different places
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| Meetin' people, seein' different faces
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| Way too gone to remember the names
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| I never got used to it cause it’s never the same
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| Woah
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| The Wake Up
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| The Wake Up
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| The Wake Up
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| Man, please don’t hit my phone when I’m busy
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| Matter of fact, don’t hit my phone at all
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| Don’t hit my email with some shit that won’t make me money Matter of fact,
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| I’m ignoring it all
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| Where were you when there was no one to call
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| Had to fuck around and teach my damn self how to dribble the ball
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| And everybody wanna laugh when you ain’t that good
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| And they say I can’t rap cause I ain’t that hood
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| And they say I can’t rap cause I ain’t got culture
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| Prayin' on the game like a vulture
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| Fuck you and fuck you is what I say
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| I could probably throw a TD on a one eye’d play
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| I could probably sell water to a fish
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| Fellin' like a gotta put a wish
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| I just wanna see the world with my bitch
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| One day, imma help all of my homies get rich
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| Watch everyone who doubted get ditched
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| Yo, been a long a road, been a long time
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| One day, my show’s gonna have a long line
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| Imma sell out the tickets and yell out to bitches
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| They show me the booty and yell out their digits
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| I’m the type to hit em' and probably call again
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| Cause next time, she gon' even probably call her friend
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| The next, next time she gon' call a friend and call a friend and all a sudden,
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| now you know she’s bringing all her friends, oh
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| Boy, I’m awaken, bringing home the bacon
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| Everybody told me stay patient
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| If I waited long enough I’d probably be impatient
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| So I stopped waiting, I started chasing
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| I need it now, I need it now more than ever
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| Momma raised me more than clever
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| I don’t know nobody who know me better
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| As of now, my life here is an open letter
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| Bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Wake Up , by - Kevin Flum. Song from the album The Wake Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп