(Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up)
Yeah, I've been drinkin' on bourbon with malt liquor
Headache on a hundred, don't tell me about shit, bitch
Take the keys to the Lexus and move it before they ticket
Street cleanin' got me for a few hundred, I'm still sleepin'
She tried to rub on my Johnson, I'm noddin', so, trick, beat it
We done fucked and sniffed powder, then, Sunday, she still need it
I got hoes on autopilot in Vegas and they need me
Hit the 15, grab me some juice, and now I'm speedy, Gonzales Park
Niggas know we the hardest, regardless of all them other hoods
They know where it started, I'm just statin' facts
'Cause I love all of my funksters
I wrote this in the back of a 'Lac at Vic's store
The same one we used to smoke and ride and fuck, roarin'
Ralph Lauren Polo Sport on my neck, it smell gorgeous
Wake up so niggas can eat fruit, where my Porsche? Stop snorin'
Gargoyles on the TV, Fruit Loops Saturday morning
Stretchin' and yawnin', I threw on my white Jordans
Red two's with the stitch on the side, you won't find 'em
Drink so pink, when the sun hit, it might blind you
Pussy so good like my favorite flavor in Hi-Chew
I'm from the side where they yell, "Westside", before they slide through
So you know where it's from, we outside, we never hide, foo
Lost some homies due to where we come from, it made me cry too
So if I feel this pain, then my enemies gotta die too
On boot, no time for a bitch still on the avenue
Tried to knock a bitch at the slow light, shoutout to Abbey Ru'
Just to see if the ism still sharp, yeah, I still got it, ooh
I'm headed to Maryland in a Chevy coupe
With the homies from the New York Woo, do what you gotta do soon
(Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake) (you sleepin' a bit too late) uh, yeah
(Wake up) wake up, uh (can't you see it's a brand-new day? Ooh)
(Wake up) copped the Presidential (put on your shoes), copped the chain, nigga
(There's so many things that we've got to do) (this shit amazing, P)
Yo, copped the Presidential Rollie was all whole money
When motherfuckers was broke and bummy with your nose runny
Spun for a coat as a youngin' some brothers stole from me
My hitters is on go for me, smoke the homie, he need a GoFundMe
I'm from where the youngsters unload fullys
Puffy coats and hoodies, city cutthroat
But we comfortably be wearin' luxury items where they come for you jewelry
Left to talk is cold judge, be your judge and your jury
Got it out the mud, but ain't no smudges on the Richard Millie
Bitch say she in love with me, but I know it's temporary
Ain't no one know it's us, we get chicken, baby
She can't be lazy, my pimp hand been different lately
Six ladies payin' me and everything's on a bitch, yeah, it's AOB
And if she like to play with her nose, she know that she can get the yayo from me
Stick your whole face in the eighth of key
That's for lacin' me with the AP
Can't even sleep, I'm hearin' (wake up, daddy, wake up)
The blue gave the OG a nosebleed
Used to be a hundred toes deep, now he watch the game from the nosebleed
You need a closer seat
I was lookin' like young Kobe Bean
Wagyu only and Kobe beef
Ho, when I'm coachin' the team, we not havin' no Shaq and Kobe beef
It's only macaroni and cheese, smell me?
Marci (wake up)
Lustrous (wake up, daddy, wake up) (you sleepin' a bit too late)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pimpire, nigga (wake up, can't you see it's a brand-new day?)
Niggas can't fuck with it
You know what I'm sayin'? (Wake up, put on your shoes)
Uh (there's so many things that we've got to do)
Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up
Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up
Wake up, wake up, daddy, wake up
Wake up