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brayden - wake up, bake up lyrics

sometimes i think to myself what life be like if i blow my brains out
what would this world be like if this money didn’t count
where would i be now if my homie weren’t around
prolly by myself smoking bongs on the couch
2 months ago like a joey living in a pouch
spinning up my mulls living in a slouch
cause the drugs are my remedy
u ask the question without them where would i be
b-tch what the f-ck you asking me
that’s a tough question to answer
cause truthfully i don’t know where id be
life without drugs is full so much uncertainty
i would change but there ain’t no b-tches urging me
hamilton’s converting me
i’m over b-tches hurting me
truthfully i’m writing raps just so i can buy more weed
the light is on but i still can’t see where the f-ck i wanna be
i don’t know why i’m still friends with he despite the beef he put a knife right through my chest and walked away to let me bleed
i’m only on this world just to spread my seed so let me breath, just let me be
me and my homies smoking on some potent tree
hopefully i’ll be alive to see the day my kids can read
coming straight from the shadows i wrote the rap to get you up to speed
treated me like sh-t and still expected me to get down on my hands and knees
making me think that your the one i need
but where were you when i couldn’t sleep and couldn’t eat
but f-ck you b imma do fine without you just you wait and see

man im depressed as f-ck
yet i’m blessed as f-ck
turned 13 years old life hit me like a truck
you obsessed as f-ck
man you better get buck
make a motherf-cker stressed as f-ck
when he tryna bring it back to tha gangsta
stare me down when i walk straight past ya
lookin like i’m the d-mn master, of rap f-ck the trap, there’s no going back once the culture dies
even if i have make music for the older guys, atleast i’m appreciated through they eyes
ya know f-ck the lies i speak the truth
i got the knowledge to give to you from the street the bros and the internet but f-ck it

b-tch imma wake up then i bake up
day with no buds feeling like a f-cken break up
b-tch i got no money hit me when that pay come
i need ta roll up get me the f-ck out my slump
give it 5 minute and then yo brain will feel numb
yuh i am not f-cking with you
i write my raps to smoke one too, 3 4 can not feel any mo
i switched up the flow and showed him the do
f-ck all the trap sh-t that’s not what i want
b-tch i’m not tryna make any sh-t up
i’m not poppin no pillys or drinking da henny
im just writing music for all that f-ck with me
smoking a ciggi while riding a 10 speed
feeling like hip-hop turnt into a dying breed
b-tch i ain’t sh-t if i got no f-cking weed
that is the truth but anit n-body stopping me

- brayden lyrics

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