[Verse 1]
They sayin' wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Mr. Walker
It's niggas out here hatin' and these bitches steady talkin'
Don't wanna see me in the sky, but rather view me in the coffin
Cause they know this nigga's ill as if I'm sneezin' and I'm coughin'
But we give 'em reminders
We wouldn't think twice when you critics define us
We got the lead in this race, so you can get behind us, they just trynna find us
I'm with a girl who got a ass, boy, the size of E.honda
That's big, you'ont know who that is
Street fighter with my writin', go and grab your glasses
Or your magnifyin' glasses, see this shit I'm tryna to kick
I got love for everybody, but with a 10-foot stick
Oh a pole, here I go, Jay-Z said, "bubble on the low"
This is my Coming of Age, and in a second I'mma blow
To be the biggest in my city since that nigga Al Jarreau
I got these shackles all around with no fucking place to go
Somebody
[Hook]
Take 'em off
I got these cuffs on my brain
I'm just tryna maintain
I just wish someone would come and help me take 'em off (uh huh, uh huh)
Cause I swear I'm tryna break 'em off
Now will somebody help me take 'em off
All these cuffs and these chains
Cause I'm ready for a change
I've been tryin', but I swear it's hard to shake 'em off (uh huh, uh huh)
Now will somebody help me break 'em off
[Verse 2]
Sayin' wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Mr. Walker
Old friends start to hate, extended family steady talkin'
How he hooked up with a bunch of college kids out there in Austin
How Cardo and Sledgren got these women tryna stalk him
Oh no, swear I'm only focused on my promo
The way I turn bitches down, you would think that I was homo, far from it!
I just know it's money to be made
My mom 'bout to retire and I'm trynna have her paid
That's the reason why I'm focused and I'm workin' like a slave
I keep my trust in God when shit gets hard
I know, you probably feel it too, that's why you stayin' on your guard
But when life throws you a curve ball, knock it out the park
I'm just trynna spit the real, tell you how I feel
And before I die, not leave a thing unsaid
Cause honestly rap needs another nigga stuntin'
The way I need a hole in my head
I'm Gerald Walker
[Hook x2]
They sayin' wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Mr. Walker
It's niggas out here hatin' and these bitches steady talkin'
Don't wanna see me in the sky, but rather view me in the coffin
Cause they know this nigga's ill as if I'm sneezin' and I'm coughin'
But we give 'em reminders
We wouldn't think twice when you critics define us
We got the lead in this race, so you can get behind us, they just trynna find us
I'm with a girl who got a ass, boy, the size of E.honda
That's big, you'ont know who that is
Street fighter with my writin', go and grab your glasses
Or your magnifyin' glasses, see this shit I'm tryna to kick
I got love for everybody, but with a 10-foot stick
Oh a pole, here I go, Jay-Z said, "bubble on the low"
This is my Coming of Age, and in a second I'mma blow
To be the biggest in my city since that nigga Al Jarreau
I got these shackles all around with no fucking place to go
Somebody
[Hook]
Take 'em off
I got these cuffs on my brain
I'm just tryna maintain
I just wish someone would come and help me take 'em off (uh huh, uh huh)
Cause I swear I'm tryna break 'em off
Now will somebody help me take 'em off
All these cuffs and these chains
Cause I'm ready for a change
I've been tryin', but I swear it's hard to shake 'em off (uh huh, uh huh)
Now will somebody help me break 'em off
[Verse 2]
Sayin' wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Mr. Walker
Old friends start to hate, extended family steady talkin'
How he hooked up with a bunch of college kids out there in Austin
How Cardo and Sledgren got these women tryna stalk him
Oh no, swear I'm only focused on my promo
The way I turn bitches down, you would think that I was homo, far from it!
I just know it's money to be made
My mom 'bout to retire and I'm trynna have her paid
That's the reason why I'm focused and I'm workin' like a slave
I keep my trust in God when shit gets hard
I know, you probably feel it too, that's why you stayin' on your guard
But when life throws you a curve ball, knock it out the park
I'm just trynna spit the real, tell you how I feel
And before I die, not leave a thing unsaid
Cause honestly rap needs another nigga stuntin'
The way I need a hole in my head
I'm Gerald Walker
[Hook x2]
( Gerald Walker )
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