Wake and Bake, Pt. 1 Video (MV)

(Aye)
(Roll up)
(Max)

I ain't gone lie, I ain't got a million
But I bet I look like it, When I enter the building
Head in the clouds, Swagger through the ceiling
My head in the clouds, Swagger through the ceiling

When I wake up
Early morning after yawning, I grab a swisher and pearl
A mega mc-hooter
My Indo under my pillow
Split the middle with my car keys
Getting ready to spark these
Narcotics, Inhaling the ghetty
Cess it be smelling like palm trees
Sticky icky is a trip
Pop the bag and take a sniff
Nose is open
Eyes unfocused
Chokin' potent in my whip
Indo blunts and tater chips
Hydo green between my lips
Newport short and Optimos
In my clothes you smell the spliff
Mane I hope the dopeman woke
Cause I need another bag
Tweekin' tweekin' trying to forget all the nightmares that I had
So hit em'
And tell em to bring, Bout two of them things, And four Optimos wit em
And they better fat, Cause its 6 in the morn, And I might sleep on them pillows
Cigarillos if its drizzle, That'll be gravy as hell
Half asleep but still I chief, With inkus choke in the air
Feeling all pale
Wake and baking got me feeling like I won't make it,
I take a pull and embrace sensations soon as I taste it

That's why I Wake and Bake
The potency up in my weed alter my mind state
I smoke a sack when I get up, Let's get this cake today
Let's smoke these blunts then get right back about our paper chase
That's why I Wake and Bake
That's why I Wake and Bake
The potency up in my weed alter my mind state
I smoke a sack when I get up, Let's get this cake today
Let's smoke these blunts then get right back about our paper chase
Roll up and Wake and Bake

You can call me Mr. Optimo
Niccas always come when I cop the dro
Moving in slow mo, off the dope smoke
But I ran out of Tops to roll
Damn Ms. Mary's a bad bitch
Never babish
See I love my veggies and cabbage
Never leech off me
Green no sticks no seeds
No Reggie I'm looking for ghetty
Studio bound in a loked out Chevy
Cognac wraps bout to rotate heavy
Trying to rehearse a verse and choke lettuce
Lips and finger tips nicca don't wet it
(Aye)
Ya'll niccas ain't ready, Me and Ms. Mary
Burning em like Buns on Belly
(Aye)
Ya'll niccas ain't ready, Me and Ms. Mary
Burning em like Buns on Belly
High as hell need something to eat
Fly as hell need something to freak
Might as well get the hotel, Get a redbone on bended knee
I'm fly as hell need something to eat
Fly as hell need something to freak
Might as well get a hotel, Get a redbone on bended knee..
Wait a minute, Hold up
Fall back, Slow up
The only reason I'd catch a L, is some weed or some getting rolled up
Ya homie here, So what
Nicca one on one, Toe up
I'm 5'7
Buck fifty
Got hands tho
Get fold Uuuup

That's why I Wake and Bake
The potency up in my weed alter my mind state
I smoke a sack when I get up, Let's get this cake today
Let's smoke these blunts then get right back about our paper chase
That's why I Wake and Bake
That's why I Wake and Bake
The potency up in my weed alter my mind state
I smoke a sack when I get up, Let's get this cake today
Let's smoke these blunts then get right back about our paper chase
Roll up and Wake and Bake

I ain't gone lie, I ain't got a million
But I bet I look like it, When I enter the building
Head in the clouds, Swagger through the ceiling
My head in the clouds, Swagger through the ceiling...