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blade brown - wake up lyrics

[verse 1: blade brown]
i said it’s get get money season
i put a penny on the scale to make sure that its even (lets work!)
stuck up on the roads, i ain’t leaving
too many mouths needs feeding
used to shot light to, caroline and steven
if i get knicked, ‘not guilty’ i’m pleadin’
just give them a reason, they come tru on a greeze ting
blastin’ and squeezing, you’re lucky if you’re breathing
the last pack cam short, i tell’em throw in a extra
this that real flake, you can tell by the texture
come around here cuh, they don’t respect ya
got n-ggas clappin off from london to leicester
and all these little n-ggas think they’re 3hunna
couldn’t answer and that n-gga got like 3 numbers
187 n-gga yeah thats three numbers
controlling the block n-gga with three youngers

[hook: blade & colours]
and nah we ain’t signed to no major
but we still out ere countin’ paper
and we still out here whippin’ flake up (lets work!)
20 missed calls when i wake up
beat a gunshot for a traitor
bullet holes, size of a crater
and we still get lots of on the way up
everybody sleepin’, better wake up! (oi oi oi)

[verse 2: colours]
gold sub on my wrist, lemme dive in
bags n boxes in the whip whille ya driving
sunshine and wrey, that’s the climate
been a spot rusher since academics
swag’s past wavey, it’s paraletic
splash so much, i need rehab
new food, everyday, three cabs
strap stay low, call that aneasthetic
hole in ya head, no paramedic
she on me, she say my skin’s caramelish
i’m the same n-gga with the cameras off
man are soft, man are only g’s when the cannnon’s on
don’t f-ck around wit’ lucc, thats the last ball
i’ll shoot a n-gga down to the last call
n-ggas think they’re hard, cool
i just copped two properties
tell em keep their -ss cool

- blade brown lyrics

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