Can't Stand to Wake Up (Remix) ft. The Wisemen Lyrics

Walkin' the block, rockin' a Kufi in Timbs

Grim, ruby red eyes, yo, I swim with the sharks

Narcs bark distantly, insistin' on my innocence

Walk in the door, cigar guts on the floor

Grab the Zippo, burn the blueberry Philly real slow

Eyes of a panther, black, lookin' out my window

We either tangle with fists and elbows

Or wrangle with clips, furious eagle-tallin' hollows

Follow me home and gaze down a cave of chrome

Shown the real life reflected off my birthstone

Perfecting realism, prison street corner illustration

Real life is three strikes, you see stripes

Bled life when cuz was murdered

A burden I had to carry, my own tears I buried

Starin' at Florida sun, glarin' like Florida sun

Done, deep thoughts over, flick the four-leaf clover

Roach approach my burgundy boots

Shootin' I heard, prefer to stay inside

Lest my Kufi is bulletproof

Slide my Timbs back off, I'ma write this verse

Keep sleepin', reawaken, my thoughts disperse

Ayo, born in the twelfth month, angels felt cold, huh

Word to my old pop, keep venom like the cobra

Grow wild in the open, to open bottles often

Drink my pain away, it felt like coffins

Cement often, rose just to spite me

Reality hit hard like Ike T

I'm on the porch shysty

Blunted middle finger to the police, black hoodie

When times get ugly, the street mad pretty

Handle my city with the palm, nigga, I'm grown

I gotta help keep the heat and the lights on

I'm flowin' in, but no money outta this microphone

I recite a war poem while jumpin' over obstacles

Same stanza, have a stranger strangled, vivid as Maya Angelou

Untangible rhyme, animal, hungry to eat

Released on furloughs from my mind to follow God's feet

I repeat like a broke record, habits that choke leopards

Lungs open like receivers,

Sung open wounds Closed like them old voodoo healers

While my niggas slammed in mausoleums

The nausea will keep you scratchin' at the coffin top

Causing gasts of poison this wind drafts and make the neighbors call the cops

Thirty-two flavors I drop at the speed of a feather

Get your shit broke like flower pots in Mayweather

Peace, y'all, y'all, I'm on the east when you call

We far, smoky nights, burn my fleece in the hall

Skipping school for me was a subject, class fuck it

Cash, a stash for my last budget

Hash and reggies, flash my flags to the public

Peace, take a drink and stuff what I think

High like the sky, or something more above it

Covet, only the arms of God touch it

Golden rocks, its mics on site,

Illah corrupt kids

Peace to moms pops life injust with rough bids

Inhalers is who snuff lids and cuss

Rusted minds and plus dust bid, y'all

Word up