(Big Hit) Okay queen
I apologize from the bottom of my heart
I love you
(Big Hit) Dear sisters
Apologize for all the disses
All the times I called you bitches
And acting so distant
A na so relentless
Arguments so senseless
Your heart so vicious
Accept my apology
The devil tried to body me
You know I'm just a rider see
When a man is on his own, he's in his comfort zone
Never know what's on his dome, 'till his conscious gone
Like the Dead Sea Scrolls
Like Prince holding onto a vault full of songs
(Uh) I can't let that go
Payback, James brown, gotta get back bro
Fosho life's too short
First get that dough
Gotta bless all my kids, so I left it there for dead
Understand that the Feds kidnapped me for the bread
Modern day slavery, they trapped me, they baited me
Now I'm in CDC my family members hate a G
Blatantly swept a na under the rug
Threw me under the bus, dragged me straight through the mud
On Bloods this Lanes, but I'm a grown man first
Give a fk how hard you are, this st hurt
Now who gone die first?
I lay my life on the line
I ain't got time for church they preaching peace to the blind
While my people's out here dying, ns closing they eyes
Like they ain't getting slaughtered next, we all in that line
Look at Cosby, Bobby, Michael Jackson and Prince
Kanye ducked a bullet, I guess Jamie was next
Wake Your Game Up, na
(Hit-Boy) I wake up everyday and say, "how can I wake my game up?"
Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from
I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up
Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff
Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em
Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little
Telling stories verbatim, st that I couldn't make up
Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up
(Hit-Boy) You don't know me, you knew me bro
Off tequila driving home drunk from the studio
I've been spared so many times by God's grace
Said I'd never do that st again but a hard day
Mixed with hard liquor, and hard facts
It's fd off that I'm still stuck in this contract
It could be worse
Big Hit was just down stuck in the box
Now we got connects in TV and film coming to chop
Meetings at Chateau, private jets to Arizona
Touch down for 72 hours and bend some corners
I'm moving right cause the small victories add up
Had years of bad luck
The walls was tagged up
My area had us with a hunger for more
Like Lloyd Banks album, hard times I had to deal with
Homie I can't count em, instead of counting me out
You gotta count me in cause I'm taking it to the max
Like the volume is
I'm ducking industry opps, pops had to duck the cops
Hiding cash in the air ducts after he scrubbed the pot
I was making beat after beat for ten seasons
Devil couldn't get me himself, he sent demons
Give me a soulful instrumental, imma bleed it
Till it turn red like G's from Pasadena
Too many years ns slept
So I'm making plays on the phone 'fore I get up out the bed
(Hit-Boy) I wake up everyday and say how can I wake my game up?
Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from
I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up
Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff
Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em
Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little
Telling stories verbatim, shit that I couldn't make up
Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up