Wide Awake (feat. William Prize) Video (MV)

I got a question for ya'
Aye
Where have you been, yo where you headed
You can get taken advantage, that's if you let it
Pick up Trucks and cotton Fields where I started at
I'm take this shit way back, like where the garbage at
These new niggas and I just don't get along
That's like battle rapper trying to make' a song
Got All the right ingredients and still come out wrong
If it ain't broke don't fix it, leave that shit alone
Vince McMahon, ya'll got me fired up
Might sit next to Rosa Parks, 'cuz bitch I'm tired of
I've been spittin shit for years, ya'll ain't listen up
Finally earned my spot at the top and I ain't gettin' up
F*ck givin' me credit, I want the Cash back
You can send to me on venmo, or the cash app
I've been holdin' this shit down like a Snapchat
We ain't talkin' bout reparations, cuz bitch I'm passed that
Panther lurking in the woods that be the mascot
I've been puttin' on for the real niggas and have nots
I'm something you never seen just like a sasquach
Been had the keys to the game, so where the pad lock
So tell me why they Mad at me
Because they ain't stick to the plan, they knew the strategy
Shit, I've been running the game like an Athlete
I've been callin' the plays, EA should John madden me
EA Should John Madden Me
OCHI
What's good boy
It's Prize
Yeah
Violate when a nigga is movin' to volatile
Came for everything, right on down to the molecule
I follow through
I spit like it's just something that I should prove
Sacrifice a bitch but the misses in which you gotta' do
And I'm f*ckin' her good
Drastically with the static, rappers under my foot
I light a cool Jay of cannabis and smoke in the hood
Because I feel safe there, and if you're not from around here, you might end up in Cape Fear
My Lordy, My card is stamped like post office toolery
I write my own shit and then start your eulogy
Who harder, you or me
I ball through scrutiny
Ya'll alter, yall falls, but my loss is truth to me