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freddy will - wake up, wake up, get up lyrics

wake up, wake up
get up

they’ve got me gully on american streets
for everybody to see
the badson runnin’ wild to this gangsta beat
stumpin’ hard on the concrete
cognac and newport, got me feelin’ like a star on the heat
but if you find me on the corner
i’m not drug dealer
tell these haters i cope
like garry coleman, i give them all different strokes
earlier on
it’s like i reign in the seventies don
they’re askin’ who’s that kid?
fake haters never knew that kid
i went from paris to london, beijing to la
i’m a beast
with ghetto mammies snuggled under my sheets
but i’m still out servin’ homeless people with treats
ridin’ round in mississauga
like i’m the bad guy
ya mama always warned you about
straight thorough
lampin’ and grindin’ in scarborough
with the illest m-th-4kaz from toronto

wake up, wake up, wake up! wake up!
get up, get up, get up get up! x2 oh!

i’ll be waitin’ in the car
when you come out the bar
with bandanas on
you’ll say a prayer like madonna son
keep thinkin’ you’re untouchable
with 5.0 on speed dial, you’re rotten like the apple
meanwhile
you affect the ghetto people’s lifestyle
got em, stuck in the hood, like they’re on exile
greedy
what you’ve got you took from the needy
it’s hard to see
what you wanna do to the city
countin’ ya cash i sn-tched
yeah it woulda been aight if i ain’t had the cause to dip in ya stash
rich people with their budgie life makin’ me sick
actin’ like there’s no replacement to what they can get
before i die there should be
a million brothers like me
doin’ everythin’ they can to make it right in the city
while i’m alive
a cute sis is by my side
goin’ out in a blaze when our worlds collide

wake up, wake up, wake up! wake up!
get up, get up, get up get up! x2 oh!

i’ll spill so much blood you would think i’m gothic
i’m so sic
slit your homies throat on the strip
i swear to god i’ll f-ck all y’all up when i flip
but i ain’t catchin’ a case
i just want the briefcase
from where the gutter and the street meet
walk the walk
my purpose in life is critical but that’s my luck
they won’t understand my principle
i ain’t tryna say, i’m invincible
or invisible
ain’t tryna say i can’t get caught
but if you touch me, you gone make a war erupt
i run with an ill team bring it back like friar tuck
and take it to the extreme no sneakin’ upon you, nope
i’m leapin’ over the fence
when my people get vexed we’ll serve ya people with ransom notes
standoffs with them boy blues
we come thru with kalashnikovs, and what the f-ck you gonna do

wake up, wake up, wake up! wake up!
get up, get up, get up get up! x2 oh

- freddy will lyrics

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