Carlos "6 July" Broady - Wake Up lyrics

Chorus - (One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew just could never be Verse 1: Imaginative mental, blood flyin' The most hardest n***as co*k they iron Foul, live like a Lion Listen to the streets and your gun go off Sorta like a show off Jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off Lifestyle changes n***as see that They gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat Watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks You got a new hustle, you hardly knew n***as would envy lust They gettin' hungrier and n***as bust They lit a bigger dutch Fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts Detectives roam n***as come home and got a bigger dome Ready to zone on what a n***a own Caught in the mischief How can you live when it's a sickness That sorrounds that projects and the trenches Walkin' through the bushes at night You gotta be sharp like a butcher knife Subtly show up when the jooks is right And everything will have a major like Whether it's black or white Nobody knows until they snatch your life Wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up It's only real kid, ha, wake up! Chorus 2x Verse 2: The meat market pardon me, the heat market Chill, we got it on lock, the n***a got to sweet talkin' I gotta eat and got the beast targeted Relax, my Brothers on 'role, n***as got police barkin' They want us k**ed, sieze the sargent Blowin' each cartridge We ill, realer in each market Feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich Unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage Make it real and make his niece watch it Yokin' Grandmothers up, we k** until his peeps squash it Verse is somethin' mean regardless A green jar of harvest Just smoke, n***as got the green Garcia's A terrifying team of heartless Move on the Narcs's We only on it for extreme profits And anyway we dream darkness I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up It's only real kid, ha, wake up Chorus 2x Verse 3: A message from Elijah's kids My eyes opened, got wise on the biz Start risin' my wig Seen everything I saw before Had dreams behind a wall All I wanted was to balance my all Make it through feedin' my kind Readin' the lines On how the dollar bill is shaped and designed Taught from the Eighties Talk, build, and protect all Babies Strong shelters with strong Ladies A n***a died, died amongst Daisies He did it for the Babies Thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy Chorus 2x