Kevin Flum - The Wake Up (Prod. by Vintage) | Текст песни

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• The Wake Up (Prod. by Vintage)

[Intro: Kevin Flum]
Listen... here... fuck... boy...

[Verse 1: Kevin Flum]
I'm the new guy on the block now
Say you from the school of hard knocks boy you dropped out
I don't see the credentials
I don't see the potential
Every night I'm in my room with a pad and a pencil
Said no to the fuck shit
These days who knows what trust is
I'm just tryna make moves and get up quick
And you know that we are nothing to be fucked with
Man I just want a million
I just want a billion
I just wanna be in a room full of Brazilians
I just wanna travel over seas
Goin' crazy over me
Getting high eatin' pizza with Sicilians
And I don't care what you say
Imma be on top like the toupee
Imma skirt skirt in a coopay
Oops I mean a coop tho
Fuck you motherfuckers in a loop hole
I'll get my money fast homie you slow
And I take fatties and you take little ones
And you talking shit with a tank with a little gun
And I got nothing
But time got nothing
But rhymes in my coming
Soon like I'm fucking the time on
My soundcloud's lit
I been my sound proud shit
I been on my bow-down shit
Cause I feel like the king of my type
And nobody's like me and that's all right
Feeling so good and gracious
Been so patient
I always try to stray away from fake shit
The money won't come to those who waitin'
Gotta get it now before the shit erases
Gettin' faded in different places
Meetin' people, seein' different faces
Way too gone to remember the names
I never got used to it cause it's never the same
Woah

[Bridge: Kevin Flum]
The Wake Up
The Wake Up
The Wake Up

[Verse 2: Kevin Flum]
Man please don't hit my phone when I'm busy
Matter of fact, don't hit my phone at all
Don't hit my email with some shit that won't make me money Matter of fact, I'm ignoring it all
Where were you when there was no one to call
Had to fuck around and teach my damn self how to dribble the ball
And everybody wanna laugh when you ain't that good
And they say I can't rap cause I ain't that hood
And they say I can't rap cause I ain't got culture
Prayin' on the game like a vulture
Fuck you and fuck you is what I say
I could probably throw a TD on a one eye'd play
I could probably sell water to a fish
Fellin' like a gotta put a wish
I just wanna see the world with my bitch
One day imma help all of my homies get rich
Watch everyone who doubted get ditched
Yo, been a long a road
Been a long time
One day my show's gonna have a long line
Imma sell out the tickets and yell out to bitches
They show me the booty and yell out their digits
I'm the type to hit em' and probably call again
Cause next time she gonna even probably call her friend
Then next next time she gonna call a friend and call a friend and all a sudden now you know she's bringing all her friends, oh
Boy I'm awaken
Bringing home the bacon
Everybody told me stay patient
If I waited long enough I'd probably be impatient
So I stopped waiting, I started chasing
I need it now, I need it now more than ever
Momma raised me more than clever
I don't know nobody who know me better
As of now my life here is an open letter, bitch

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