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(*talking*)Wake up-wake-up-wake upMan I hit the set, and them boys be getting ghostYa know, they spooking but it`s coolI`m bout to wake `em up[Hook - 2x]You better watch me, cause I`m doing badPlus I`m hurting, I gotta get weedNow where them goods at, playboy give me thatAnd get them goods wrapped, I`ll make you lean back[C-Murder]See my clock is on need fo`, I`m `ready tweekingI can`t be sitting up here hurting, all weekendI keep on falling off, at the worst timesAnd if I`m stuck it ain`t my fault, I`m gon reverse minesMy pain I`ma nourish mines, cause I`m sick with itNow where them ballers at, I`m looking for that big ticketTen minutes from losing it, one day from locked upThe way I`m living, sooner or later I`m gon be boxed upNobody trusting me, they know how I`m comingI hit the block, and I swear I see them cowards runningPutting they stash up, peeping out they windowsNow why they tripping, I`m the exact opposite of 5-0It`s called survival, of the fittestI can`t help it cause I`m with it, and you ain`t with itI come to get it, yeah I did it I did thatI can`t take that back, so beat your feet backAll y`all gon remember me, cause me ain`t no jokeMe do what me does, cause ain`t no being brokeI was raised in this, I ain`t ask for thisI tried changing my life, and now it`s back to thisSomebody pray for me, the Lord is testing meBut them people, they gon have problems arresting meNow my lungs hurting, need that black vestAnd I feel like, jacking one of these rappers[Hook - 2x][Fiend]Was 14 with the felons, while y`all did the misdemeanorsNiggaz my age, was pushing BeamersNiggaz that sprayed, while using NinasAK`s and SK`s, your chest caveYour neck shaved, and your waves turn to still waterHood on fire, racks of money steal daughtersKill fathers, pop a seed in your mamaThis routine, and you pussies thought you knew FiendI`m from a city, where ery`thing crookedWhere the right kind of money, meant the judge overlook itAnd I`m screwed up, I ain`t talking Swishahouse`Fore I learned to tie my shoes up, I was burning crews upMy Ward verse your Ward, put them 22`s upThese 26`s, make you put them 22`s upThis Mack-90 mean, I ain`t giving you fuckBut bullets, in that shiny new truckWhat you know about, fighting for five daysHanging niggaz upside down, coming at you sidewaysA crooked H, going 67-5And I add them three quarters for the ride, plus I`m high[Hook - 2x][Popeye]I got this world in the tip of my pistol, shining like crystal on my waistShadow ducking the barell, reflecting off in his faceHe`s below his lace, so my tape`s no longer leadStomp in the Expedition, my mission was made to speedBlazing up the weed, tried my tint`s and armored lintChecking up on my schedule, for all the Benz I spentGet the hustling broad, put the one out of socketHaving enough to catch life, in all four of my pocketsYou understand, and click your hand lateIt`s time to cope for what you never ate, guts and nuts on the dinner plateLove is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocalsHustling on the streets, when it`s hotter than Akapolko[Hook - 2x]

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