[INTRO]
[Verse 1]
I wake up to these gunshots go to sleep to a blog post
Today they calling you the man , tomorrow we could be all ghosts
Face all over Comeplex still showing love in the projects
Tell a b**h don't k** my Vibe I just got on Vibe don't need your stress
North bronx n***as bustin shots so you could tell the cops don't leave your vest
My idols had the crown imma pa** them now don't try to flag me down cause they core vets
I spit for the ghetto cause these mags probably don't know half of the sh** that we get through
We need instrumentals , Im a voice for the people we so deep in that Hypnos-
Is what it is , shots going off in front the store seen a n***a get hit
Get back up and keep running , running adrenaline rushing , see the sh** that we live
On my way to the liquor store , I got so many stories need a publisher
I rap , make beats too would you publish sure I just need one shot where your pub at dog ?
Really need you to know , this is real life when I write it is deeper than quotes
They tryna off us, while you in your office, turning down offers to post all this raw sh**
I remember magazines never use to support us now they can't ignore us , got my foot in the door broke the hinges thats when we all rush
[Hook]
I wake up to these gunshots , go to sleep to these , go to sleep to these , gunshots
Bang Bang , Bang Bang somebody son , somebody son drops , son drops
So many tears , so many tears the sun dries , sun dries , magazine versus magazine
I wake up to these gunshots , go to sleep to these , go to sleep to these , gunshots
Bang Bang , Bang Bang somebody son , somebody son drops , son drops
So many tears , so many tears the sun dries , sun dries , magazine versus magazine
[Verse 2]
I wake up to these gunshots go to sleep to a blog post
How you worthless n***a ? When they gone purchase n***as we new slaves the same sh** that Kan sold
Only thing thats missing is a barcode so imma push a ton f** if the narcs know
Cause this game we play with no console just a bunch of demons tryna con souls
Imma turn the game around , watch when I take the crown so swift that you couldn't get a glimpse
Magazine versus magazine versus magazine when we emptying clips
Speaking of magazines I got a magazine from Slick Rick
On a plane ride from North Carolina , J Cole cover the source print
He had the iced out clock , I ain't speak I Just watched and cherished the moment
Cause real soon imma be on the front like a soldier I'm fire so why not open ?
Still subject to these streets at the same time subject in your tweets
I'm just showing you how they closely relate when you mentioning me
Another youngn got k**ed I heard the bullet went straight through his favorite mag
Right through his chest , he took his last breath now his blood pattern stains your path
And you think it's hard for you , he lost life you lost out on that article
So I paint pictures when that pain hit us thats what artists do
[Hook]
I wake up to these gunshots , go to sleep to these , go to sleep to these , gunshots
Bang Bang , Bang Bang somebody son , somebody son drops , son drops
So many tears , so many tears the sun dries , sun dries , magazine versus magazine
I wake up to these gunshots , go to sleep to these , go to sleep to these , gunshots
Bang Bang , Bang Bang somebody son drops...
[Verse 3]
Magazine versus magazine a**ault rifle probably add a beam
Put you to rest everlasting sleep , n***a feel free to have a dream
This clip is a movie and you watching the same reel
They saying my name imma live a long time ? but my n***a fame k**s
Cause I wake up to these gunshots or you wake up the number one spot
Sometimes we don't wake up at all don't get to tell sons bye
Thats why it's tears that the sun dries thats why your fears never run dry
Number one with a bullet only get on try , Magazine versus Magazine