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b3ric - wake up lyrics

intro:
(snoring)
wake your ass up. are you seriously sleeping on me? i guess they all do

verse 1:
i don’t care when people be talking about smacking
at my raps ‘yap yap yap yap’ keep em’ yacking
i don’t think before i speak
i don’t act before i think, and behave like a freak
don’t be napping before you sleep. talk and your in a creak
buy from my store, and hand me the receipt
lay down a 4 minutes, imma put you in a seat
sleeping on me b+tch like i’m a broken mattress
angry not sad i don’t feel depress
don’t talk smack behind these walls
i think you don’t know the size of my b+lls
motherf+ckers think i am weak
while i can beat them up everyday of the week
i don’t need to use a gat
i can use my knife like a baseball bat
lay them out like a mat, wide awake
dead with their eyes open you d+mn snowflake
chorus:
if your f+cking tired lay on ground
“lay on dirt”
if your f+cking asleep hope you hear this sound
“become hurt”
if your f+cking smart hope you wake
“you better wake”
if your f+cking stupid hope you die f+cks sake
“for f+cks sake”

verse 2:
i take you out you’ll never see the chalk
unconscious when i am the one to talk
you think your weakass abs will protect your stabs
you ain’t even throwing any soft jabs
i’m building a barn to store all my haymakers
and you motherf+cker fakers
think your the sh+t
it’s a wonder how these f+ckers can sleep but its me they think
and, they, get, a continuous blink
maybe i need a voice to be heard
like the early morning bird
but these b+tches are like this motherf+cker i hear snoring
in this study hall so boring
i always write through the day and the night
i sleep with one eye open usually my right
thats my aim eye and i am here to assassinate
i arrive late not just when i am with yo mate
but when i come here to write a rap
all i got is the pen ink because i don’t got a cap
in other words when i’m in this booth
i even smell my violence that’s truth
i guess that’s just the aroma
when i am about to k!ll you in a coma

chorus:
if your f+cking tired lay on ground
“lay on dirt”
if your f+cking asleep hope you hear this sound
“become hurt”
if your f+cking smart hope you wake
“you better wake”
if your f+cking stupid hope you die f+cks sake
“for f+cks sake”

if your f+cking tired lay on ground
“lay on dirt”
if your f+cking asleep hope you hear this sound
“become hurt”
if your f+cking smart hope you wake
“you better wake”
if your f+cking stupid hope you die f+cks sake
“for f+cks sake”
verse 3:
motherf+cker i am a nightmare
so scary on the track you shall fear
runnin’ 100 miles and yet a marathon in outer sp+ce
if you were me you wouldn’t have time to waste
but b+tch we aren’t on the same pace
put on my shoes and start to relace
because you don’t know how i feel in this f+ckin’ race
if this was nascar i would be in lead
i trust my process like i’m joel embiid
it’s truly alarming when i phone your zone
to be violent like the radar ringtone
i start everyday with war sounds
it seems like they about to get slayed and some pounds
but that was when i still had insomnia
worked everyday on that sh+t and i now say f+ck the media
but i still got my dream
and i am going to this light that is such a gleam
and i am saying…

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