Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
These niggas tried to cross me but they only planted seeds
That's why I be keeping god close to heart like rosaries
They tried to count me out like we was playing hide & seek
Sometimes you gotta mute the haters just to find your peace
In the age of new slaves I'm trying to think free
Cause you can graduate with 98 degrees
And be woke but not have a place to sleep or a plate to eat
Cause life is like downward dog
You bound to face defeat
But they don't hear me though
Everybody thinking fast should listen slow
I just play the cut like a pick and roll
These niggas dying to be seen but can't face a mirror
Making poor decisions only time can make it clearer
Where I'm from niggas hustle on the day to day
They watched they hoop dreams deflate and shot fade away
When the roads closed on me I had to make a way
The streets don't owe you shit but always seem to make you pay
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Y'all times over the streets cold but my heart is colder
I laminate your mind with thoughts you couldn't gloss over
I saw the lane open up so I crossed over
I'm ready to body up for when the help comes closer
Gotta change my habits
1000 threads on the mattress
Designer frames Italian fabrics
Living life in godly fashion
It's all about timing
Adjust my Gucci
It ain't all about diamonds
Respect me profusely
I'm all in here shining
I mean
Low key or high key
They never could deny me
I'm picking either lock
You going see me in your lobby
They love you then they hate you
That's just cycles of society
You can give your heart or they going take it from your body
I feel like the world is
Plotting against me
I'm promise you simply
You can catch this whole fade
If you keep on tryna temp me
They conspiring to end me
Full of rage, fueled by envy
Which is strange cause nothing changed
You my brother til infinity
Wars on I turn Thor
Hammer out all the details
Black out then encore
Beach is better til you seashells
Family feuding over cash money
That a destroy your whole legacy
Looking out the windows of the Carter
Baby niggas can't get next to me
18 Jordan of recording
They tried to ignore it
I'm orbiting greatness
They cordially hating
Birthed in the darkness
Left and forsaken
No metric can measure my level of patience
My name is my name
Till the day that I'm slain
Bench players talking like starters I hate it
The only time I'm on the bench is to talk to the players
I say I switch styles like I was part of the chambers
Or I keep styles like I was rhyming with jada
I traveled the galaxy searching for earth
Surfed the mountains
Climbed the seas
And i swam in the dirt
My foot in clouds
But still had my ears to streets
Puzzle completed
But some how I still give you a piece
But it aint enough though
These niggas out here cut throat
They a hang you out to dry even with enough rope
Can't let it get to me
I'm clearly succeeding visibly
Where I'm from niggas move in silence
Let they pistols speak
The art of war is the Bible here
The streets'll son you
If you waging war
Simply out of fear
I use to have horses all on my outerwear
Now I'm close to pushin Porsche's to get out of here
My mind is clear
I am the jewel
Trust the process
Words for your soul
Food for thought
It's hard to digest
Niggas dying
Fighting Goliaths
In the jungle no lions
Just handcuffs and sirens
Wake up Mr. West
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Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
These niggas tried to cross me but they only planted seeds
That's why I be keeping god close to heart like rosaries
They tried to count me out like we was playing hide & seek
Sometimes you gotta mute the haters just to find your peace
In the age of new slaves I'm trying to think free
Cause you can graduate with 98 degrees
And be woke but not have a place to sleep or a plate to eat
Cause life is like downward dog
You bound to face defeat
But they don't hear me though
Everybody thinking fast should listen slow
I just play the cut like a pick and roll
These niggas dying to be seen but can't face a mirror
Making poor decisions only time can make it clearer
Where I'm from niggas hustle on the day to day
They watched they hoop dreams deflate and shot fade away
When the roads closed on me I had to make a way
The streets don't owe you shit but always seem to make you pay
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Y'all times over the streets cold but my heart is colder
I laminate your mind with thoughts you couldn't gloss over
I saw the lane open up so I crossed over
I'm ready to body up for when the help comes closer
Gotta change my habits
1000 threads on the mattress
Designer frames Italian fabrics
Living life in godly fashion
It's all about timing
Adjust my Gucci
It ain't all about diamonds
Respect me profusely
I'm all in here shining
I mean
Low key or high key
They never could deny me
I'm picking either lock
You going see me in your lobby
They love you then they hate you
That's just cycles of society
You can give your heart or they going take it from your body
I feel like the world is
Plotting against me
I'm promise you simply
You can catch this whole fade
If you keep on tryna temp me
They conspiring to end me
Full of rage, fueled by envy
Which is strange cause nothing changed
You my brother til infinity
Wars on I turn Thor
Hammer out all the details
Black out then encore
Beach is better til you seashells
Family feuding over cash money
That a destroy your whole legacy
Looking out the windows of the Carter
Baby niggas can't get next to me
18 Jordan of recording
They tried to ignore it
I'm orbiting greatness
They cordially hating
Birthed in the darkness
Left and forsaken
No metric can measure my level of patience
My name is my name
Till the day that I'm slain
Bench players talking like starters I hate it
The only time I'm on the bench is to talk to the players
I say I switch styles like I was part of the chambers
Or I keep styles like I was rhyming with jada
I traveled the galaxy searching for earth
Surfed the mountains
Climbed the seas
And i swam in the dirt
My foot in clouds
But still had my ears to streets
Puzzle completed
But some how I still give you a piece
But it aint enough though
These niggas out here cut throat
They a hang you out to dry even with enough rope
Can't let it get to me
I'm clearly succeeding visibly
Where I'm from niggas move in silence
Let they pistols speak
The art of war is the Bible here
The streets'll son you
If you waging war
Simply out of fear
I use to have horses all on my outerwear
Now I'm close to pushin Porsche's to get out of here
My mind is clear
I am the jewel
Trust the process
Words for your soul
Food for thought
It's hard to digest
Niggas dying
Fighting Goliaths
In the jungle no lions
Just handcuffs and sirens
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
These niggas tried to cross me but they only planted seeds
That's why I be keeping god close to heart like rosaries
They tried to count me out like we was playing hide & seek
Sometimes you gotta mute the haters just to find your peace
In the age of new slaves I'm trying to think free
Cause you can graduate with 98 degrees
And be woke but not have a place to sleep or a plate to eat
Cause life is like downward dog
You bound to face defeat
But they don't hear me though
Everybody thinking fast should listen slow
I just play the cut like a pick and roll
These niggas dying to be seen but can't face a mirror
Making poor decisions only time can make it clearer
Where I'm from niggas hustle on the day to day
They watched they hoop dreams deflate and shot fade away
When the roads closed on me I had to make a way
The streets don't owe you shit but always seem to make you pay
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Wake up Mr. West
Cause all that college shit is over
Niggas out here struggling but I ain't finna fold up
Whip that rav 4 til that turn into a rover
If the next hustle don't work light the stove up
Y'all times over the streets cold but my heart is colder
I laminate your mind with thoughts you couldn't gloss over
I saw the lane open up so I crossed over
I'm ready to body up for when the help comes closer
Gotta change my habits
1000 threads on the mattress
Designer frames Italian fabrics
Living life in godly fashion
It's all about timing
Adjust my Gucci
It ain't all about diamonds
Respect me profusely
I'm all in here shining
I mean
Low key or high key
They never could deny me
I'm picking either lock
You going see me in your lobby
They love you then they hate you
That's just cycles of society
You can give your heart or they going take it from your body
I feel like the world is
Plotting against me
I'm promise you simply
You can catch this whole fade
If you keep on tryna temp me
They conspiring to end me
Full of rage, fueled by envy
Which is strange cause nothing changed
You my brother til infinity
Wars on I turn Thor
Hammer out all the details
Black out then encore
Beach is better til you seashells
Family feuding over cash money
That a destroy your whole legacy
Looking out the windows of the Carter
Baby niggas can't get next to me
18 Jordan of recording
They tried to ignore it
I'm orbiting greatness
They cordially hating
Birthed in the darkness
Left and forsaken
No metric can measure my level of patience
My name is my name
Till the day that I'm slain
Bench players talking like starters I hate it
The only time I'm on the bench is to talk to the players
I say I switch styles like I was part of the chambers
Or I keep styles like I was rhyming with jada
I traveled the galaxy searching for earth
Surfed the mountains
Climbed the seas
And i swam in the dirt
My foot in clouds
But still had my ears to streets
Puzzle completed
But some how I still give you a piece
But it aint enough though
These niggas out here cut throat
They a hang you out to dry even with enough rope
Can't let it get to me
I'm clearly succeeding visibly
Where I'm from niggas move in silence
Let they pistols speak
The art of war is the Bible here
The streets'll son you
If you waging war
Simply out of fear
I use to have horses all on my outerwear
Now I'm close to pushin Porsche's to get out of here
My mind is clear
I am the jewel
Trust the process
Words for your soul
Food for thought
It's hard to digest
Niggas dying
Fighting Goliaths
In the jungle no lions
Just handcuffs and sirens
Wake up Mr. West
Writer: Quante Newton
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