Dru - Wake Up Lyrics

Lyrically I'm a Picasso I got flows
Hopin in and out of the Tahoe at WaHo
Smoke flowing out of the windows it's indo
Never pay a fee got the 5-0 on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy
Savage, break legs if a motha f*cker can't stand me
Why Cast you in my life if you do not want to play your part
You aint on my level man your seminars are semi hard
You got a small drive hustle like a go kart
I got the type of drive to put me on top of the damn charts
Meeseeks on the mic can't die till I help the lames
When the curtain closes the only time I feel window pain
Mayweather to McGregor you shouldn't step foot in my game
You should learn to drive and stay the f*ck out of my lane

Oh my god, oh my god he's on his shit again
People used to doubt me now they callin askin how I been
Oh my god, oh my god he's on his shit again
Do not sleep on me or you'll receive a rude awakenin

Wow who let Andy get a hold of that
Givin him a mic is like givin a kid a semi tech
With a trigger finger I'm bustin it get you pussies wet
Better stress
Here's a f*cking lighter for your, for your, for your cigarette
Look I kill beats and your better off not to witness
Bout to blow up and no satalitte can prevent this
Used to have to beg to get me a couple plays
Now I'm drillin in your Bluetooth like a Smurf dentist
You're scared of snakes and I'm terrified of spider eyes
Eight legged animals get caught up in they web of lies
Everytime I touchdown you hating bitches will penalize
All because your petty like mother f*cker I've been the guy
What bitch what I can see you want to talk
I can dead you in this game and trace your album with the chalk
Cause a battle with me is another battle lost
I can out rap you with mother f*ckin writters block

Oh my god, oh my god he's on his shit again
People used to doubt me now they callin askin how I been
Oh my god, oh my god he's on his shit again
Do not sleep on me or you'll receive a rude awakenin

Everybody wants to compare me to all these rappers
Story of my life and I'm finished writtin that chapter
No this aint a game bitch no I'm not an actor
Keeping shit real is the only thing that matters
I want a wifey and my children by the pool
I want to have a mansion that I chill in with the crew
I need to pay my bills and I need to get some food
And I swear I'll get it all doing what I love to do
Oh man oh my lord
Get ready for whats in store
Drop the album cut the check
Then deliver more and more
Label meetings in the books
But I do not have to sign
I can leave these people shook with the way that I spit these rhymes
Cause these suits see a gimmick Another wanna be trapper
Like what the f*ck you know you another wanna be rapper
Bitch I've put in work just to get me a couple clappers
Currently working hourly wondering what is after
This I don't know put my nose to the stone
On my grind everyday like I wear Adios
Bitch lets be real you thought I was joke
Now I'm the one you playing through your damn stereos hoe
Yung Eclectic in the booth
And you expect to lose a tooth
You got all these candy bars
From snickers to baby ruth
Im a vet up in this game I found the fountain of youth
If you do not believe then it's time you face the truth
I'm seein through you fakes and your make up
Punk ass bitches will tell me to get my cake up
You should learn to rap instead of studyin fake stuff
Did you enjoy your nap mother f*cker it's time to wake up