Wake Up (Die) [feat. Krehan] Video (MV)

West side, coast ride
Walk in torn socks, homie I'm a lowlife
I don't f*ck with no cops, I don't f*cking own ice
Still lamming with the brasse like uh I won't steal that line it's too nice
Rappers still flex about shit they shit don't do
You say you got a lot of bitches my nigga you confused
I am not the rapper that the people wanna choose
I move slow but I spit that "Who's that new dude?"
Rap man Gavin at the bottom of the rock
And when you broke my heart I kind of, wait
You didn't break my heart but still I'm f*cking bitter in these bars
And now I hate you and I hate her and I hate the f*cking stars
All dead, often think that I'm f*cked up
When I wake up all I think is everything's kak
Now my lucks up, all I wanna do is sleep and f*ck
But all I get to do is go to work and rap and puff
Wake up, die, wake up, die, wake up, wake up, die wake up die
F*ck
Wake up, die, wake up, die, wake up, wake up, die wake up die
F*ck
Rap about nothing but I'm sounding dope
I was born and raised by love shout out to my old folks
I don't smoke, sike, hate the pope, hate the wrong roads
That I took but I'm here now, I guess that was what I chose
Yes my flow was a little raw evil with the bars
Like the system be, even when we reason with these gods
They don't listen see, they were feeding demons in my yard
Now they all throwing up arms they all scream they want a chance
At my riches depicted in pictures of me and familiar figures which is rich cause I've been obsessed with how they shaped my existence
I miss my list of my wishes I think it's fading with wisdom and if you listen you might see I wasn't made for the system
But I've adapted, no reaction, joined a faction, dropped some acid, actually haven't, psychoactive, mix the mushroom with my ashes, roll me backwards, won't you add words to my sad hurt, like a poet would with a bland verse, like this, kind of
Why not try to justify how justice died so just would rise again
It's in my eyes again I see the stigma dying again
Stigmata diving in a rhyming zen of angst invited Goliath short sighted stupid f*cking ISIS-like offence
They don't want me to rap!
Why? I don't know
Rightful heir to the throne, Jon snow
Oh f*ck dawg how the f*ck am I gon' blow
When I barely know what the f*ck I'm even saying though