WIDEAWAKE ft. Eazy Iovine Lyrics

Gun like a Glade stick I'm airing shit out

In the zone throwing bullets, the scariest route

Was in love with the game, guess I'll marry it now

Side bitch trying to get me caught up with hair on the couch

Used to take the hit, I'll parry it now

On my Houston shit, I carry it round

Got the skins and the head, like an Aryan now

Heard you reap what you sew, guess I'm wearing it now

Why you speaking on shit, boy that might be the feds

It's going to leak in the hood, but it might be your head

Got a plug like a doctor, he got me the meds

Yeah I move like a mold, cuz I'm probably on bread

Put my head on a pillow, cost more than your bed

I be talking low but, the hoe heard what i said

See the God in the son, I said R.I.P. Fred

I ain't killing no time, cause in time you'll be dead

Push thru the block like Red Rover and shit

But a nigga was low on that coverted shit

As a little guy I couldn't go in the vip

A.O.B. I learned to put a hoe on the strip

I had 12 on my ass, but had hoes on my dick

You learned shit at 30, that I've known as a jit

Shit i seen was sick as COVID and shit

They shot his momma house up over a bitch

Too many bitches its nowhere to sit

We was lowkey, they ain't know we was rich

Niggas ain't know we had four hundred bricks

They moving fast, they ain't go slow in a minute

Feelin like Mystikal, don't have a limit

You spent all your money and brought you a lemon

Feel like it's New York, You gotta be shitting me

Passing out guns trying to kill all the enemies

Soda with coke got to stick to the remedy

If it don't lock up then it fuck up my energy

All of the bitches but who gonna get with me

They say I had twenty five hoes in a limousine

You say you had twenty five bows in a Christmas tree

They told me its no moving slow in this industry

Stacking and flipping till I get an Emily

I'm in the kitchen re-rocking the Kimberly

Sold to the pastor and sold to the ministry

Too many soldiers, don't know how to get to me

Don't got a plug, you don't know where to get the weed

Counting up bread fell asleep in the embassy

Lowered the numbers, I know they remember me

Life gave me lemons, I planted a lemon tree

Made me a flip, and the rest it was history

Keep taking Ls, you don't know how to ship it

Gun like a Glade stick I'm airing shit out

In the zone throwing bullets, the scariest route

Was in love with the game, guess I'll marry it now

Side bitch trying to get me caught up with hair on the couch

Used to take the hit, I'll parry it now

On my Houston shit, I carry it round

Got the skins and the head, like an Aryan now

Heard you reap what you sew, guess I'm wearing it now

Why you speaking on shit, boy that might be the feds

It's going to leak in the hood, but it might be your head

Got a plug like a doctor, he got me the meds

Yeah I move like a mold, cuz I'm probably on bread

Put my head on a pillow, cost more than your bed

I be talking low, but the hoe heard what i said

See the God in the son, I said R.I.P. Fred

I ain't killing no time, cause in time you'll be dead