Rude Awakening$

Lyrics

[Intro] And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics {Verse 1} Fuck a public opinion cause I never would need it I took some L's before but I never conceited I made mistakes before I just never repeat it Shoutout my cousin Ville, cause he dropped the bill at the precinct Sazz on 'em, that's food for thought, I'm well seasoned The day you nigga's fuckin wit me is when hell's freezin' This shit is easy it feel like I got a cheat sheet Nigga's I used to look up to nowadays are beneath me The money ain't the only thing I'm workin' for Met a critic, gon' have to get us a perfect score I came to rule the world before the curtains draw Why you argue 'bout if it's flat or if the Earth's a ball My name ain't Malz, bitch my name is Malz I came to level up, prep the final boss on his final court The pastor keep on tryna rights my wrongs But then I asked him, did Adam and Eve roam with the dinosaurs? I swear this D'UUSÉ got me kinda soft Prolly' why my words slurrin' over this conference call For them blue faces they try to mop the floor An catch you slippin' so you know I never drop my guard I stay on point like the one I smoke till the roach and I roll a joint when it's done I'm bakin' this pie while you nigga's focused on crumbs I'm stackin' it high while you nigga's hopin' I'm done, (Hm) Look You can go to genius for the lyrics but the lines you gotta read between 'em This ain't for surface level thinkin' I'm in the studio for the weekend Deep in my thoughts and let it sink in Look If you ain't on my frequency then we ain't linkin' Lady in the streets but in the sheets she get kinky That's my type of chick And then she throw it down in the kitchen like [?] I ain't have to wait for [?] Look Don't pass it if ain't no grabba in the spliff Might take a trip to the Bahama's wit the clique 3 and a half if you get caught wit it in New York Still ridin' wit the llama in the whip Miss them days me and Simon, we was rhymin' in the bricks Yeah, now my cousin deported, he In Jamaica I ain't talkin bout the place the resort is I know he, wish that he was still in the states with his daughter The rain is free but they tell us we gotta pay for the water Petty drugs but the judge was a Reagan supporter Got no money for the bail, he can't pay for the lawyer Now he stuck up in the cell and all his niggas ar boarded I ain't no killa, but please don't push me They say I'm conscious, but I ain't no pussy Flexin' on all them niggas that tried to overlook me Ya dig? I'm out! [Outro] I told you what it costs, it costs A lot of hyped-up black people give you that money you're spendin', pimp! Don't you try to bullshit me, boy. We're all on the hustle. I sell broads and dope and numbers. You sell crap and blue sky. It's all the same game