Wake Your Game Up

Lyrics

Okay queen I apologize from the bottom of my heart I love you … Dear sisters Apologize for all the disses All the times I called you bitches And acting so distant A na so relentless Arguments so senseless Your heart so vicious Accept my apology The devil tried to body me You know I'm just a rider see When a man is on his own, he's in his comfort zone Never know what's on his dome, 'till his conscious gone Like the Dead Sea Scrolls Like Prince holding onto a vault full of songs (Uh) I can't let that go Payback, James brown, gotta get back bro Fosho life's too short First get that dough Gotta bless all my kids, so I left it there for dead Understand that the Feds kidnapped me for the bread Modern day slavery, they trapped me, they baited me Now I'm in CDC my family members hate a G Blatantly swept a na under the rug Threw me under the bus, dragged me straight through the mud On Bloods this Lanes, but I'm a grown man first Give a fk how hard you are, this st hurt Now who gone die first? I lay my life on the line I ain't got time for church they preaching peace to the blind While my people's out here dying, ns closing they eyes Like they ain't getting slaughtered next, we all in that line Look at Cosby, Bobby, Michael Jackson and Prince Kanye ducked a bullet, I guess Jamie was next Wake Your Game Up, na … I wake up everyday and say, "how can I wake my game up?" Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little Telling stories verbatim, st that I couldn't make up Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up … You don't know me, you knew me bro Off tequila driving home drunk from the studio I've been spared so many times by God's grace Said I'd never do that st again but a hard day Mixed with hard liquor, and hard facts It's fd off that I'm still stuck in this contract It could be worse Big Hit was just down stuck in the box Now we got connects in TV and film coming to chop Meetings at Chateau, private jets to Arizona Touch down for 72 hours and bend some corners I'm moving right cause the small victories add up Had years of bad luck The walls was tagged up My area had us with a hunger for more Like Lloyd Banks album, hard times I had to deal with Homie I can't count em, instead of counting me out You gotta count me in cause I'm taking it to the max Like the volume is I'm ducking industry opps, pops had to duck the cops Hiding cash in the air ducts after he scrubbed the pot I was making beat after beat for ten seasons Devil couldn't get me himself, he sent demons Give me a soulful instrumental, imma bleed it Till it turn red like G's from Pasadena Too many years ns slept So I'm making plays on the phone 'fore I get up out the bed … I wake up everyday and say how can I wake my game up? Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little Telling stories verbatim, shit that I couldn't make up Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up