J-Cuse - Wake Up lyrics

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J-Cuse - Wake Up lyrics

It's Fly America, right? 3's up [Verse 1] I say a man ain't nothing without his word Work myself to d**h trying to get what I deserve I was in the booth while my friends was smoking herb Senior year skipping cla** like I ain't had nothing to learn I never was a trouble maker Just had a Xerox mind set, trying to double paper It wasn't nothing, few scuffles with a couple haters I know you pray I name drop, but I ain't doing favors See ya later, I'm outie 5000 Bored in Michael Kors just browsing The biggest faker is usually the loudest I'm just smiling at you cowards, all my ex's say I'm childish I could care less cause my mama is the proudest We gon' make it mama, I promise that Tired of trips to the laundry mat and whips that are Pontiac Verses I'mma body bag just to get a sight of that Now he mad, try me last, wrong one to go against [Hook] I grind, success is on my mind Putting in double overtime every time I wake up Wake up [Verse 2] Never let a little bit of fame come and change me You ain't bringing food to the table, then you can't eat City going crazy, lost three friends in the same week So every where I go, me and my bros about eight deep Baby what you trying to do? Hit me around nine and you can slide on through I know your real intentions, I'm pretending I ain't got a clue Hot as June, by any means for that bada-boom Time to bloom, try anything that we gotta do Fly America, I'm rightfully the owner I give this game my heart, would you like to be a donor Independent, so I fight for the exposure Same regime, if you ain't like it, hit the road and blow your motor Yes we next, best of best And my apologies if I left a mess Shook him up, he start disappearing like an Etch-A-Sketch Direct connects, ethernet Boy I'll put you out the game like your second tech [Hook] [Verse 3] She said, you know I love you right? Aww that's so nice of you, I guess I'll say I like you too At least until this night is through Doing what we like to do, vibing with my broham's She said, can I be your boo? I replied, no mam I'm grinding like a slow jam Ain't got no time for romance Saying he gon' off us, he just talking just like Conan They been in my home state for months That don't mean we changing up Still repping Indiana on some Pacer stuff Hater what?