Wake Up! ft. Kenny Allen Lyrics

Wake yo bitch ass up

That cigarette

Burned a hole in your shirt

Your mouth dry

Ain't no mo lean in your cup

Man wake yo bitch ass up

Yo phone dead

Holding a half of a blunt

You can't wake up

Because you too fucked up

Bro wake yo bitch ass up

You still sleep

But you gon have to get up

You can't get comfortable

Cuz you made a few bucks

Say my nigga, get up

I'm a keep shaking you

Til you've had enough

Open your eyes

And wipe the shit out your tear ducts

Nigga get up

Boy it’s a reason

Why we always assed out

On that poison popping pills

Until you damn near passed out

Get up

That Oil good til the very last drop

Another activist on activis

Slowed down to a stop

Get up

You could get shot or you could die from disease

They shouldn't have never gave

The government weed

Say my nigga wake up

You hear me talking

But you don't seem to be listening

Light that shit up

And get them drugs out your system

You woke? Nigga wake up

And take a hit of this dope

And change the mutha fucking channel

And get that cup off my floor

Turn on the mutha fucking news

I heard somebody got shot...

They said a murder suicide

That happened right up the block

My rockets in first place

Look at Harden... Yop!

Bitch you ain’t gotta watch

That nigga still gon hit the shot

Damn, you see this shit

They just acquitted them cops

Who shot this nigga 5 times

Right in front of his house

Talking bout he look suspicious

Ain’t that the kettle calling the pot

Black than a mother fucker

Man these bitches need to rot

Put em in general pop

Amongst the gangstas and killers

The Rapists and drug dealers

And let them shank them fuck niggas

But you know that white privilege

Gon get em off Scott free

Cuz the judges like referees

Cheating fa the home team

You Sell crack and use codeine?

Well I’m a let you know something

If manufactured or possessed

It’s considered Controlled Substance

Black people are being manufactured

And possessed, harvested for their organs

Manufactured by young mothers

And possessed in the prison system

That makes you! All of you

A Controlled Substance