[Hook]
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
[Verse 1]
I know a man who paints for a bucket of paint
They take his artwork and sell it for millions
Newport new pack budlight six pack
Dont own nothing he can give his children
If you want fame, then nigga go get famous
If you want groupies, nigga go get bitches
If you too lazy to take care business
You learn gymnastics, ya do 360s
You do 3 sixes
Make it feel like Christmas
When you pull up to'em driving something foreign
You shoot the keys and dont tell'em its borrowed, I
Know, shit im oldschool
Follow me and the GCode too
Know what you doing homie and do what you know
Cause if you dont you're soon to be old news
Never let another nigga play me again
(never let another nigga play me again)
Just like you im in to win
(jus like you im in to win)
Watch ya back lil homie watch front
They won't cut the check but want to buy ya lunch
Ya want to buy ya own
Ya know ya on ya own
Until ya on ya own
You gotta earn respect
A nigga fresh up out the cooler
Im talkin bout zero below the underground
Ya welcome to come on down
Long as you devils dont try to change the sound
Somebody better tell'em who the fuck I am
You may want to stick around the sip my man
Im only a day from being great
I appreciate the hate
Now give the world a shake tell'em
Wake up off that coke
[Hook]
Wake up off of that coke
(he dont feel shit cause he coked up all the muthafuckin time, get rid of'em)
Wake up off of that coke
(he dont feel shit cause he coked up all the muthafuckin time, get rid of'em)
[ Verse 2 ]
Now I could lean on you
But that would hold me up
I need people who will hold me down
They wonder how I got my style
I told'em Id tell it make it worth my while
Making music move like a rumor do
Go where a plane will get you in a Malibu
New school no jewels fuck who disapprove
Kool Commiddee nicca we bend the rules
Showtime money turns to gas money
But when you ask for yours they go to acting funny
Be it a massive million or a measly hundred
To me its really never bout the money
Its more about the principle
Was goes around comes around
Snort the coke up with a smile
Im the reason they invented the spot light
With a style from the lost and found
A nicca fresh up out the cooler
Im talkin bout zero below the underground
You're welcome to come on down
Long as you devils dont try to change the sound
Somebody better tell'em who the fuck I am
You may wanna stick around the sip my man
Im only a day from being great
I appreciate the hate
Now give these niggas a shake
Tell'em wake up off of that coke
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
[Verse 1]
I know a man who paints for a bucket of paint
They take his artwork and sell it for millions
Newport new pack budlight six pack
Dont own nothing he can give his children
If you want fame, then nigga go get famous
If you want groupies, nigga go get bitches
If you too lazy to take care business
You learn gymnastics, ya do 360s
You do 3 sixes
Make it feel like Christmas
When you pull up to'em driving something foreign
You shoot the keys and dont tell'em its borrowed, I
Know, shit im oldschool
Follow me and the GCode too
Know what you doing homie and do what you know
Cause if you dont you're soon to be old news
Never let another nigga play me again
(never let another nigga play me again)
Just like you im in to win
(jus like you im in to win)
Watch ya back lil homie watch front
They won't cut the check but want to buy ya lunch
Ya want to buy ya own
Ya know ya on ya own
Until ya on ya own
You gotta earn respect
A nigga fresh up out the cooler
Im talkin bout zero below the underground
Ya welcome to come on down
Long as you devils dont try to change the sound
Somebody better tell'em who the fuck I am
You may want to stick around the sip my man
Im only a day from being great
I appreciate the hate
Now give the world a shake tell'em
Wake up off that coke
[Hook]
Wake up off of that coke
(he dont feel shit cause he coked up all the muthafuckin time, get rid of'em)
Wake up off of that coke
(he dont feel shit cause he coked up all the muthafuckin time, get rid of'em)
[ Verse 2 ]
Now I could lean on you
But that would hold me up
I need people who will hold me down
They wonder how I got my style
I told'em Id tell it make it worth my while
Making music move like a rumor do
Go where a plane will get you in a Malibu
New school no jewels fuck who disapprove
Kool Commiddee nicca we bend the rules
Showtime money turns to gas money
But when you ask for yours they go to acting funny
Be it a massive million or a measly hundred
To me its really never bout the money
Its more about the principle
Was goes around comes around
Snort the coke up with a smile
Im the reason they invented the spot light
With a style from the lost and found
A nicca fresh up out the cooler
Im talkin bout zero below the underground
You're welcome to come on down
Long as you devils dont try to change the sound
Somebody better tell'em who the fuck I am
You may wanna stick around the sip my man
Im only a day from being great
I appreciate the hate
Now give these niggas a shake
Tell'em wake up off of that coke
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
Wake up off of that coke
(got to be got to be on something)
( SlimmPusha )
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