Wake up, let's go
Wake up, let's go
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address
I can't die yet
'Till see me fresh
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address
(XCHRA)
(I can't die yet)
Spin round dat chick now
Got tired of freaking her out
3am way too many sound
Flipping her round in a Givenchy gown
Now i sit down and think bout
That one that I let outta bounds
Throwing my best on top of the mound
Still hit my love right outta the town
Still going pound for pound
Still going round for round then I think bout that
I hit many licks on hearts
Still ain't the way she made me feel rich
But I look where i wound
Sitting on top with a Homer crown
Watching these man way underground
Big boss big problems
I can't clown about
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address
I can't die yet
'Till see me fresh
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address
Got on my rings underneath my biker gloves
Got on my chain underneath my trench could never fall in love
Gotta stay guarded up
Covering the loss with a chrome heart cross just got me far enough
But if a man wanna take it further, I gotta prove I ain't the one
I ain't the 2, no I ain't the 3, no I ain't the 4
But when this index finger rises
I say it's peace or I say it's war
Yo bro
Put a cross on your head, no Chrollo
All black, came on his dolos
Getting your boy, no FOMO
Red on your vintage polo
.45 clip came bolo
3 ZKs like Zoro
Leaving your brothers in sorrow
Don't even dream 'bout tomorrow
But i just want love so i told lil bro just put down the zanpakto
But i just want love so i might just go and cop that Rick Owens coat
But i just want love so i might just get that whip 'cause the way it folds
But i just want love so i might just tell all my hoes it's the end of the road
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address
I can't die yet
'Till see me fresh
Wake up, let's go, get dressed
This shit ain't no test
No ting could stress with this
Margiela on my chest
I must confess that there's
Some shit I should address