Wake Up

Lyrics

[Dirty Sanchez] It's Dirty 47 Shit 'Till I die nigga [Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] I gotta take another big step A deep breath my nikes and my tank top I like to show what I rep I got Steezy on my left arm But the Steez never left Pro Era right beneath I build my own pyramids I write my hieroglyphs lightin' hydro spliffs Maybe that's a stretch like aerobics I wrote this bar out though 5th dimensional fly shit ain't need no passports Ain't no pass to QB in the [?] sport Like I asked for, fast forward Ended up in Queens, nigga this that last call Last stop on the 7th main street, fuck the mainstream Flow wavy like the hot tub baby Life's a bitch and I'm just rabies Said I'm just too flea Made it back to the block transaction complete I got whatever you need [Hook: YL] x2 Wake up, bitch niggas cryin' over break ups I get to wylin' if you show me for a pay cut Move in silence you can hear me if you listen close Play the role I'm the illest but you'll never know [Verse 2: YL] It's Y-L I'm the truth like hands on the Bible Yo I might be comin' late but still they clockin' my arrival Bitches in it for the title Always endin' up with the spite for the rifle On [?] mic spittin' vinyl, time is idle Chillin' feelin' like a double hundred thou- Triple R you muthafuckas frontin' now we buggin' out Yo its young Y representin' for my Cancers Never ask me, ask why for the answers [Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez] When I thought that I was fly I was chillin' in a crashed jet Sippin' Henny chance is I won't make it up that last step Success sucks 'cause they might deny me access But I'm choppin' down trees questioning the answers Smokin' and I'm jokin' like I got no fear But my soul deep inside is chokin' on tears The Progressive Era is here, some young pioneers Don't wanna frown fuck lookin' down So let's cheer up Fuck it, gear up 'cause we ain't stoppin' These wack cats ain't kickin' me out Look, put your hands up on the favor of the silence Scream louder than that smell no silence Stupid muthafuckas Recruitin' muthafuckas that cause more attention than cosmo science [Verse 4: YL] Dirt trees, niggas know me since four feet Just a young boy future OG Yo streets talk, I don't see ya'll 'Cuffed in the backseat of police cars Real life, when the nights when it's really all good But somethin' doesn't quite feel right Fuck is all the hype Sweats three stripes Why you lookin' stupid you ain't jumpin' in my cypher Almost went crazy just lookin' for my lighter Trying to keep my favorite every day is less brighter Noticin' the drugs that I be coppin' gettin' whiter Shorty took a bump 'fore she let up inside her Tryna say that when she fuck me it felt different I ain't ever change up you just got distant You ain't gotta listen but I bet that ass pay attention When I come through Louis bell glistenin' Yo, pass the mic I've been itchin' Mambas for Christmas maybe some Nikes [?] or religious, some nights with the vision Bent up with the pen doe Takin' all I can, rock bands if the ends low What's the info, keep it simple Grab my cock when I rock instrumentals Niggas shock flow that, you a bitch though Plus yo' style played out like disco WAKE UP (WAKE UP) WAKE UP (WAKE UP)