Wake yo bitch ass up
That cigarette
Burned a hole in your shirt
Your mouth dry
Ain't no mo lean in your cup
Man wake yo bitch ass up
Yo phone dead
Holding a half of a blunt
You can't wake up
Because you too f*cked up
Bro wake yo bitch ass up
You still sleep
But you gon have to get up
You can't get comfortable
Cuz you made a few bucks
Say my nigga, get up
I'm a keep shaking you
Til you've had enough
Open your eyes
And wipe the shit out your tear ducts
Nigga get up
Boy it's a reason
Why we always assed out
On that poison popping pills
Until you damn near passed out
Get up
That Oil good til the very last drop
Another activist on activis
Slowed down to a stop
Get up
You could get shot or you could die from disease
They shouldn't have never gave
The government weed
Say my nigga wake up
You hear me talking
But you don't seem to be listening
Light that shit up
And get them drugs out your system
You woke? Nigga wake up
And take a hit of this dope
And change the mutha f*cking channel
And get that cup off my floor
Turn on the mutha f*cking news
I heard somebody got shot...
They said a murder suicide
That happened right up the block
My rockets in first place
Look at Harden... Yop!
Bitch you ain't gotta watch
That nigga still gon hit the shot
Damn, you see this shit
They just acquitted them cops
Who shot this nigga 5 times
Right in front of his house
Talking bout he look suspicious
Ain't that the kettle calling the pot
Black than a mother f*cker
Man these bitches need to rot
Put em in general pop
Amongst the gangstas and killers
The Rapists and drug dealers
And let them shank them f*ck niggas
But you know that white privilege
Gon get em off Scott free
Cuz the judges like referees
Cheating fa the home team
You Sell crack and use codeine?
Well I'm a let you know something
If manufactured or possessed
It's considered Controlled Substance
Black people are being manufactured
And possessed, harvested for their organs
Manufactured by young mothers
And possessed in the prison system
That makes you! All of you
A Controlled Substance
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Wake yo bitch ass up
That cigarette
Burned a hole in your shirt
Your mouth dry
Ain't no mo lean in your cup
Man wake yo bitch ass up
Yo phone dead
Holding a half of a blunt
You can't wake up
Because you too f*cked up
Bro wake yo bitch ass up
You still sleep
But you gon have to get up
You can't get comfortable
Cuz you made a few bucks
Say my nigga, get up
I'm a keep shaking you
Til you've had enough
Open your eyes
And wipe the shit out your tear ducts
Nigga get up
Boy it's a reason
Why we always assed out
On that poison popping pills
Until you damn near passed out
Get up
That Oil good til the very last drop
Another activist on activis
Slowed down to a stop
Get up
You could get shot or you could die from disease
They shouldn't have never gave
The government weed
Say my nigga wake up
You hear me talking
But you don't seem to be listening
Light that shit up
And get them drugs out your system
You woke? Nigga wake up
And take a hit of this dope
And change the mutha f*cking channel
And get that cup off my floor
Turn on the mutha f*cking news
I heard somebody got shot...
They said a murder suicide
That happened right up the block
My rockets in first place
Look at Harden... Yop!
Bitch you ain't gotta watch
That nigga still gon hit the shot
Damn, you see this shit
They just acquitted them cops
Who shot this nigga 5 times
Right in front of his house
Talking bout he look suspicious
Ain't that the kettle calling the pot
Black than a mother f*cker
Man these bitches need to rot
Put em in general pop
Amongst the gangstas and killers
The Rapists and drug dealers
And let them shank them f*ck niggas
But you know that white privilege
Gon get em off Scott free
Cuz the judges like referees
Cheating fa the home team
You Sell crack and use codeine?
Well I'm a let you know something
If manufactured or possessed
It's considered Controlled Substance
Black people are being manufactured
And possessed, harvested for their organs
Manufactured by young mothers
And possessed in the prison system
That makes you! All of you
A Controlled Substance
That cigarette
Burned a hole in your shirt
Your mouth dry
Ain't no mo lean in your cup
Man wake yo bitch ass up
Yo phone dead
Holding a half of a blunt
You can't wake up
Because you too f*cked up
Bro wake yo bitch ass up
You still sleep
But you gon have to get up
You can't get comfortable
Cuz you made a few bucks
Say my nigga, get up
I'm a keep shaking you
Til you've had enough
Open your eyes
And wipe the shit out your tear ducts
Nigga get up
Boy it's a reason
Why we always assed out
On that poison popping pills
Until you damn near passed out
Get up
That Oil good til the very last drop
Another activist on activis
Slowed down to a stop
Get up
You could get shot or you could die from disease
They shouldn't have never gave
The government weed
Say my nigga wake up
You hear me talking
But you don't seem to be listening
Light that shit up
And get them drugs out your system
You woke? Nigga wake up
And take a hit of this dope
And change the mutha f*cking channel
And get that cup off my floor
Turn on the mutha f*cking news
I heard somebody got shot...
They said a murder suicide
That happened right up the block
My rockets in first place
Look at Harden... Yop!
Bitch you ain't gotta watch
That nigga still gon hit the shot
Damn, you see this shit
They just acquitted them cops
Who shot this nigga 5 times
Right in front of his house
Talking bout he look suspicious
Ain't that the kettle calling the pot
Black than a mother f*cker
Man these bitches need to rot
Put em in general pop
Amongst the gangstas and killers
The Rapists and drug dealers
And let them shank them f*ck niggas
But you know that white privilege
Gon get em off Scott free
Cuz the judges like referees
Cheating fa the home team
You Sell crack and use codeine?
Well I'm a let you know something
If manufactured or possessed
It's considered Controlled Substance
Black people are being manufactured
And possessed, harvested for their organs
Manufactured by young mothers
And possessed in the prison system
That makes you! All of you
A Controlled Substance
Writer: Cornelius Eaglin
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