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Wake up nigga gotta get the cake up
Wake up nigga gotta get the cake up








wake up nigga gotta get the cake up

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that's weighing when you hang, This is bolts and taps and plenty boulder mats and major pain,

#Wake up nigga gotta get the cake up crack#

This is powdered chalk - no, I don't slang no crack nor move cocaine, I’d probably send the route by the end of the song,Įvery time I'm in the gym, I hear (TSAA! TSAA! TSAA! TSAA!)įuck what you climb, what you send, my nigga?īrace yourself - I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane, Hope you didn’t do it just cause I’m black. Is that I didn’t rep these streets every single day…(hey!)įlavor was grape, said he bought me a pack - hey, So yeah, niggas stay talking, and they all gonna hate,Ĭlaim I sold out, I’m white, and claim I might be gay, (I’m not)īut one thing they’ll never be able to say, Same answer every time, always get me in trouble,

wake up nigga gotta get the cake up

Since the job, a lot changed, and it shows,īut you still catch me messing with them bunnies in the snow (with my white chicks) I guess that’s why the climbers be at all my shows, Hope you didn’t do it just cause I’m black, The flavor was grape, said he bought me a pack - hey, My homeboy jumped out, bought some chewing gum, With some pretzel M&M’s, now we stopping at a Marathon,

wake up nigga gotta get the cake up

Why the fuck you think I love them so much? (98 degrees, nigga!) you know how 40 goes,Ĭlimb 6 at the gym, get shut down on a 4,Įven when on the road, my homies stay in touch, When I hit up Horse Pens, back when it was hot as hell, Wasn’t smoking purple then, it was more like 2012, “Soldiers of the Wasteland” steady was my anthem,Īnd everybody in the wall knew I stayed a setter,īusting from January to the end of December, Strapped them bitches on over some black socks, Take you back when I was 19, with some Mad Rocks, It’s all love, still tipping when I swerve,Īnd kick some real shit these other niggas never heard. The streets hate Deezy, I love them, though,Īnd if they ever change their mind, I’ll spit them a flow, Mat to the floor where I do it for your hood, butīlack people say I don’t do it for the hood, Every time I do it, I do it for my hood andĮvery time I do it, I do it for your hood andĮvery time I do it, I do it for they hood…īack to the gym where I do it for my hood, and










Wake up nigga gotta get the cake up