Wake up bake up by BRAYDEN Lyrics
Sometimes i think to myself what life be like if I blow my brains out
What would this world be like if this money didn't count
Where would I be now if my homie weren’t around
Prolly by myself smoking bongs on the couch
2 months ago like a Joey living in a pouch
Spinning up my mulls living in a slouch
Cause the drugs are my remedy
U ask the question without them where would I be
Bitch what the fuck you asking me
That's a tough question to answer
Cause truthfully i don't know where id be
Life without drugs is full so much uncertainty
I would change but there ain’t no Bitches urging me
Hamilton's converting me
I'm over bitches hurting me
Truthfully I'm writing raps just so I can buy more weed
The light is on but I still can't see where the fuck I wanna be
I don't know why I'm still friends with he despite the beef he put a knife right through my chest and walked away to let me bleed
I'm only on this world just to spread my seed so let me breath, just let me be
Me and my homies smoking on some potent tree
Hopefully I’ll be alive to see the day my kids can read
Coming straight from the shadows I wrote the rap to get you up to speed
Treated me like shit and still expected me to get down on my hands and knees
Making me think that your the one I need
But where were you when I couldn’t sleep and couldn't eat
But fuck you b Imma do fine without you just you wait and see
Man im depressed as fuck
Yet I’m blessed as fuck
Turned 13 years old life hit me like a truck
You obsessed as fuck
Man you better get buck
Make a motherfucker stressed as fuck
When he tryna bring it back to tha gangsta
Stare me down when I walk straight past ya
Lookin like I'm the damn master, of rap fuck the trap, there's no going back once the culture dies
Even if I have make music for the older guys, atleast I'm appreciated through they eyes
Ya know fuck the lies I speak the truth
I got the knowledge to give to you from the street the bros and the internet but fuck it
Bitch Imma Wake up then i bake up
Day with no buds feeling like a fucken break up
Bitch I got no money hit me when that pay come
I need ta roll up get me the fuck out my slump
Give it 5 minute and then yo brain will feel numb
Yuh I am not fucking with you
I write my raps to smoke one too, 3 4 can not feel any mo
I switched up the flow and showed him the do
Fuck all the trap shit that’s not what I want
Bitch I'm not tryna make any shit up
I'm not poppin no pillys or drinking da henny
Im just writing music for all that fuck with me
Smoking a ciggi while riding a 10 speed
Feeling like hip-hop turnt into a dying breed
Bitch I ain't shit if I got no fucking weed
That is the truth but anit nobody stopping me
What would this world be like if this money didn't count
Where would I be now if my homie weren’t around
Prolly by myself smoking bongs on the couch
2 months ago like a Joey living in a pouch
Spinning up my mulls living in a slouch
Cause the drugs are my remedy
U ask the question without them where would I be
Bitch what the fuck you asking me
That's a tough question to answer
Cause truthfully i don't know where id be
Life without drugs is full so much uncertainty
I would change but there ain’t no Bitches urging me
Hamilton's converting me
I'm over bitches hurting me
Truthfully I'm writing raps just so I can buy more weed
The light is on but I still can't see where the fuck I wanna be
I don't know why I'm still friends with he despite the beef he put a knife right through my chest and walked away to let me bleed
I'm only on this world just to spread my seed so let me breath, just let me be
Me and my homies smoking on some potent tree
Hopefully I’ll be alive to see the day my kids can read
Coming straight from the shadows I wrote the rap to get you up to speed
Treated me like shit and still expected me to get down on my hands and knees
Making me think that your the one I need
But where were you when I couldn’t sleep and couldn't eat
But fuck you b Imma do fine without you just you wait and see
Man im depressed as fuck
Yet I’m blessed as fuck
Turned 13 years old life hit me like a truck
You obsessed as fuck
Man you better get buck
Make a motherfucker stressed as fuck
When he tryna bring it back to tha gangsta
Stare me down when I walk straight past ya
Lookin like I'm the damn master, of rap fuck the trap, there's no going back once the culture dies
Even if I have make music for the older guys, atleast I'm appreciated through they eyes
Ya know fuck the lies I speak the truth
I got the knowledge to give to you from the street the bros and the internet but fuck it
Bitch Imma Wake up then i bake up
Day with no buds feeling like a fucken break up
Bitch I got no money hit me when that pay come
I need ta roll up get me the fuck out my slump
Give it 5 minute and then yo brain will feel numb
Yuh I am not fucking with you
I write my raps to smoke one too, 3 4 can not feel any mo
I switched up the flow and showed him the do
Fuck all the trap shit that’s not what I want
Bitch I'm not tryna make any shit up
I'm not poppin no pillys or drinking da henny
Im just writing music for all that fuck with me
Smoking a ciggi while riding a 10 speed
Feeling like hip-hop turnt into a dying breed
Bitch I ain't shit if I got no fucking weed
That is the truth but anit nobody stopping me