Ok is the hardest, i swear to god
We gon be okay
Wake, w-w-wake up, and I bake. I light that shit up
I write that shit like I'm administrating All these niggas, why they hating
I'm finna straighten out that boy and break his face
I got that mask that look like hockey, he thought I was Jason
I lost my patience waiting for that paper
They said, J.F., you never gonna make it, no
How you step out like that, you shameless, wow
Every time I step outside, you know I'm Gucci down
I got my bust down I got my patek phillipe
I got my girl down in Sweden, we gon' touch down
Bitch, I'm out on tour, come inside my bus now
But you not my ho, I'm not bout to touch that
Pass that thot right to my bro, you know he bout to f*ck that
I be passing time by smoking trees, I gotta cut back
I can't smoke that NIC no more, that's why my lungs black
And I'm so fast, I don't need a key and a whip, I'm gone
I got a radar to detect the feds, they don't leave me alone
I put that ray up to your head, we aiming right at your dome
I'm finna blaze up, I be smoking on them expensive stones
I feel embarrassed when he hit me up for that weed he's selling
He gotta find another job because that shit is pathetic
But when I line him up, you gon' have trouble finding his melon
And when I dump his body in that rubble, I leave it smelling
What I'ma do ain't no telling
Wake up and I bake
I got that mask that look like hockey, he thought I was
Wake up
I light that shit up, I write
I, I got that man's hat look like hockey, he thought I was
Wake up
