Loud Reminder

Alarms hit, you know what time it is

Wake your punk ass up, I know you hate it

But you bout to get up out yo bed to get the bread

I don't care about your feelings, you can keep'em in your head

I'm about to pay you less and charge a little more

Now you have a little less in that cart walking round the store

So sorry that you're poor

That's how we'll judge you, rotten to the core

But I can rock with that I'm walking through the door

With my semi auto shot, better pop open the drawer

Cause I'm coming to collect all the shit you stole

Just like I'm ready to correct all the lies you told