You are still asleep
Yeah
Now open your eyes
Uh
Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (my shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (hah)
We tycoons, I'm a fly goon
Only smokin' the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets
I just might kill her (f*ck is you doin', yo?)
My young bitch twenty-three, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick, I know the chef like RZA (talk to 'em)
Stackin' all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (hah)
Youngin scorin' on the opps
He 'bout to set the record (boom boom boom boom)
Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure (cap)
Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher (You see me, bitch)
Throw my gloves on, screw on the TEC suppressor (what's poppin', nigga)
They say I'm too passionate as a writer (hah)
But I don't give a f*ck, that's what happen when you fire (hah)
You can't tell me all these rappers not inspired
Before Reject 2, niggas was rappin' like Desiigner
I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I'm a liar (go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (boom boom boom boom)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (brr)
Yeah, you know what's up, niggas
Uh, fifty rounds for you f*ck niggas
I'm back in rare form, nigga
Yeah
Machine, bitch
Alchemist
Oh my f*ckin' God, nigga
Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga
I promise you
I don't think nobody f*ckin' with me
I'ma take that back
I know nobody ain't f*ckin' with me, nigga
Point 'em out
Machine
(You are still asleep)
(Now open your eyes)
See all these niggas out here?
Mmm
Strugglin' to survive, man
When you strugglin' to survive, you need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give 'em God?
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You are still asleep
Yeah
Now open your eyes
Uh
Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (my shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (hah)
We tycoons, I'm a fly goon
Only smokin' the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets
I just might kill her (f*ck is you doin', yo?)
My young bitch twenty-three, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick, I know the chef like RZA (talk to 'em)
Stackin' all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (hah)
Youngin scorin' on the opps
He 'bout to set the record (boom boom boom boom)
Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure (cap)
Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher (You see me, bitch)
Throw my gloves on, screw on the TEC suppressor (what's poppin', nigga)
They say I'm too passionate as a writer (hah)
But I don't give a f*ck, that's what happen when you fire (hah)
You can't tell me all these rappers not inspired
Before Reject 2, niggas was rappin' like Desiigner
I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I'm a liar (go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (boom boom boom boom)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (brr)
Yeah, you know what's up, niggas
Uh, fifty rounds for you f*ck niggas
I'm back in rare form, nigga
Yeah
Machine, bitch
Alchemist
Oh my f*ckin' God, nigga
Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga
I promise you
I don't think nobody f*ckin' with me
I'ma take that back
I know nobody ain't f*ckin' with me, nigga
Point 'em out
Machine
(You are still asleep)
(Now open your eyes)
See all these niggas out here?
Mmm
Strugglin' to survive, man
When you strugglin' to survive, you need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give 'em God?
Yeah
Now open your eyes
Uh
Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (my shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (hah)
We tycoons, I'm a fly goon
Only smokin' the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets
I just might kill her (f*ck is you doin', yo?)
My young bitch twenty-three, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick, I know the chef like RZA (talk to 'em)
Stackin' all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (hah)
Youngin scorin' on the opps
He 'bout to set the record (boom boom boom boom)
Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure (cap)
Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher (You see me, bitch)
Throw my gloves on, screw on the TEC suppressor (what's poppin', nigga)
They say I'm too passionate as a writer (hah)
But I don't give a f*ck, that's what happen when you fire (hah)
You can't tell me all these rappers not inspired
Before Reject 2, niggas was rappin' like Desiigner
I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I'm a liar (go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (boom boom boom boom)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (brr)
Yeah, you know what's up, niggas
Uh, fifty rounds for you f*ck niggas
I'm back in rare form, nigga
Yeah
Machine, bitch
Alchemist
Oh my f*ckin' God, nigga
Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga
I promise you
I don't think nobody f*ckin' with me
I'ma take that back
I know nobody ain't f*ckin' with me, nigga
Point 'em out
Machine
(You are still asleep)
(Now open your eyes)
See all these niggas out here?
Mmm
Strugglin' to survive, man
When you strugglin' to survive, you need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give 'em God?
Writer: Demond Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.