On The Wake Up Lyrics

Yeah I'm actually in the booth right now

Okay

Talk to me

Yeah yo

You gon love this joint

Yeah

Uh huh

Yeah yeah yeah

Okay

OK what's it about

Half the time I'm halfway drunk

Blood shot in my eyes feeling halfway sunk

Pardon my disinterest if it's not adding up

I move ten steps at a time

Ten leaps and I'm Flyin

Ten reaps in a rhyme

Ten weeks in a line

Tenure must align

Kill this stupid shit you trying

Ain't no grace behind these lines

Playing stupid games you allotted stupid fines

I'm Bob Marley con

I'm that, da divine

Raising my projection

One way direction

Chasing this perfection

Killing insurrections

I'm sorry not sorry, Miss Jackson

I'm all about that action

Owe me bucks won't dare take a fraction

I am move ever smoother than satin

Killing all that shit you be Poppin

Never distracting

Not for one second

My mind is the ultimate weapon

Uh

Nothing thing just putting this thing down

Oh okay

How was it last night

Calling Phil Jackson plays

It goes back a ways

This triangular phase

Trading two for trays

Championship demeanor

Trying to get my money

WWE

World wide express like Cena

Rocket in my commerce like Serena

Ace card holder

Directly in my folder

Squeeze blood outta of stone when I quota

Got the force like Yoda

Few years down, niggas always say I Shoulda

By that time a nigga would be walking on water

Time ain't a luxury

Packing my Gucci sweater

Tarmac nights

Ain't no fucking layover

Signing business deals

Getting top in the rover

High off this life

Constant hangovers

On the wake up

I'm on the way up

Breakfast with bad bitches

Yeah, I am Mandalay up

Awe it was good

In the stew now

Are you there again

Yup

Yeah, I'm actually in the booth right now