Correction Lyrics Wake up Call by Rittz

Featuring(s) : Twista & Yelawolf

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Lyrics

R-R-R-R-I-Double T Z C N T is the game, never change from the fame I got
Try to stand out around me gonna need to have a Shae Boha with the rainbow dot
And some baseball socks and a [?]painbow tie, Drip drip drippin' like a paintball shot
Diamonds on my neck please dance in sanction, the clasp still latch but the chain went POP!
Fuck a lady cop, Jonas, brothers
Fuck the rap game raw, don't wear, rubbers
Don't care, what is, considered in style now
Lookin' like you in and out of homeless, shelters
And I'm on time, Jonny Amazon Prime
Like a fat bitch cannonball dive
And it made waves in a pool, wishin' I'd drown
Fuck you and the rappers you consider top five
Cause they name's not mine, that's fine
In time
I become your favorite, underrated
One you hated cause you made a sudden change
And gave it a listen now I'm always on your playlist
You ain't armed and dangerous, we ain't scared at all
Little homie you ain't savage, save it
Shouldn't even be a lot for you to wear Savage
I got bread like fresh croissants, and Paris, France
A Renaissance man
A lid don't fit my sauce pan
Let's open up and spread the broadband, peak
These MC's so soft, they singin'
Whatcha thinkin, you got a god damn goth band
Your rock jam sweatsuit [?] fans down to shake a pedal lookin' stupid hard
You keep a name, let's abuse it boy
I'll run up on you in the zoomies store
You hit snooze too long

Tryna sleep on me, here's a wake up call
It's time for you to get a wake up call
You done called me underrated for way too long
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Scared to get me on a feature cause I'm way too hard
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Gotcha fingernails now, puttin' make up on
Man the game got soft, here's a wake up call, tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
It's time for you to a get a wake up call ye-yeah

I'm skippin' over cracks in the sidewalk, I'm a hypochondriac
So sick that I had to put 4 quarters in the slot of a laundromat
Pour chlorox and the floor pops, I'm sorry I fucked up the carpet
But I had to get rid of the old me to become an OG, I disposed of the carcass
MWA, motherfuckers an old box, chevy's bumpin' me
Sippin' on creekwater, with a rolled up christmas tree in a sunken sea
In the gutter where the junkies be
Me and my mother got fuckin' peeved
Married to the system yeah, give the devil his custody
That's a hot pink pentagram
I'm Catfish Billy, bitch
Took the sun of God on a lightning rod to awaken my crip
Slumerican red, for the walkin' dead
With a buckshot in my script
Til the clock no longer ticks, tick, tick, tick, ugh
Ghetto cowboy, [?]
Pull up on the block with the fuckin' nine more
Choppin' blades, moppin' tours
Made a boss, not employed
Drippin' sauce, attaboy
Look at him rob?, not annoyed
Diary of a slum god, that's opiate
Taylored product boy

When you checkin’ out the subject and the predicate
Etiquette of a nigga, better get out of my way, I’m a
Veteran, you can never get ahead of it, let him inside
Of my cage, I kill ‘em, I’m an elephant, I’m better than
Whoever that want to be makin’ a mockery of
In order for me to let you live, it gotta be love
Shake ‘em for takin’ me ‘cause I be fillin’ the vacancy
Of a cemetery with the many bodies in blood
Like Kato, must chop
Big rocks on the fingers like Thanos
And if you ask who wanna get it with the T, I bet you seein’ a
Room full of niggas you couldn’t say most!
I got a life you could put up inside of a book!
And when I ride I’mma come with the style of a crook!
You ain’t gon’ never be able to get one of these
And the way I spit it be leavin’ ‘em niggas shook!
The story is gory, orientated to rhyme
Victorious wars, I made it into another reality
Instead of the horror that waited inside of the
Mind of a shorty, invaded with another kinda
Perception of life! I came out of it and I’m
Attackin’ the rhythm with a vengeance!
Smackin’ ‘em with every sentence!
I’m on a pedestal and it’s inevitable, I be the bidness!
When you checkin’ out the style, it’s wild, it’s brolic!
Listen to the pound, its sound is sonic!
When you hear me say nobody comin’ this hard, you ain’t
Knowin’ nobody that been around this honest!
Look at Twist, he the shit, kill an enemy
Dead with what he kick, knowin’ they must fall!
Look at Rittz when he spit, spill an enemy
Guts like grits, it’s a Wake Up Call!

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