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letra de the wake up - kevin flum

[intro]
listen… here… f-ck… boy…

[verse 1]
i’m the new guy on the block now
say you from the school of hard knocks, boy, you dropped out
i don’t see the credentials, i don’t see the potential
every night i’m in my room with a pad and a pencil
said no to the f-ck sh-t
these days, who knows what trust is?
i’m just tryna make moves and get up quick
and you know that we are nothing to be f-cked with
man, i just want a million, i just want a billion
i just wanna be in a room full of brazilians
i just wanna travel overseas, goin’ crazy over me
getting high, eatin’ pizza with sicilians
and i don’t care what you say
imma be on top like the toupee
imma skirt skirt in a coopay
oops, i mean a coop tho
f-ck you motherf-ckers in a loophole
i’ll get my money fast, homie, you slow
and i take fatties and you take little ones
and you talkin’ sh-t, what’s a tank to a little gun
i got nothing but time got nothing
but rhymes in mice coming soon like i’m f-cking the time
now, my soundcloud’s lit
i been on my sound proud sh-t
i been on my bow-down sh-t
cause i feel like the king of my type
and n0body’s like me and that’s all right
feeling so good and gracious, been so patient
i always try to stray away from fake sh-t
the money won’t come to those who waitin’
gotta get it now before the sh-t erases
gettin’ faded in different places
meetin’ people, seein’ different faces
way too gone to remember the names
i never got used to it cause it’s never the same
woah

[bridge]
the wake up
the wake up
the wake up

[verse 2]
man, please don’t hit my phone when i’m busy
matter of fact, don’t hit my phone at all
don’t hit my email with some sh-t that won’t make me money matter of fact, i’m ignoring it all
where were you when there was no one to call
had to f-ck around and teach my d-mn self how to dribble the ball
and everybody wanna laugh when you ain’t that good
and they say i can’t rap cause i ain’t that hood
and they say i can’t rap cause i ain’t got culture
prayin’ on the game like a vulture
f-ck you and f-ck you is what i say
i could probably throw a td on a one eye’d play
i could probably sell water to a fish
fellin’ like a gotta put a wish
i just wanna see the world with my b-tch
one day, imma help all of my homies get rich
watch everyone who doubted get ditched
yo, been a long a road, been a long time
one day, my show’s gonna have a long line
imma sell out the tickets and yell out to b-tches
they show me the booty and yell out their digits
i’m the type to hit em’ and probably call again
cause next time, she gon’ even probably call her friend
the next, next time she gon’ call a friend and call a friend and all a sudden, now you know she’s bringing all her friends, oh
boy, i’m awaken, bringing home the bacon
everybody told me stay patient
if i waited long enough i’d probably be impatient
so i stopped waiting, i started chasing
i need it now, i need it now more than ever
momma raised me more than clever
i don’t know n0body who know me better
as of now, my life here is an open letter
b-tch

- kevin flum

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