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nine ra - wake up كلمات الأغنية

gotta be better quality, burn botany commodities— not the wannabe commonly brought into the economy / reggie not in my bodily, only the loud pack. taking it now back, your weed is speaking inaudibly. / pot and tree entering the nostrils through the washed clothes. everybody in the spot knows you got yours / then it’s considered official loud if the pot grows, so his high last— supper with apostles. / know when i p-ss, nothing in the bottle— another mixed breed kid smelling like dank. / this n-gg-’s an egregious felon i think, just whisper them a free tip feeling like bane. / gas to the face and i’m in the underground, telling my brother “the fire has started”. / hard shit i spit retire the squadron full of some crackers they hired to market. / k!lling them mark -ss rappers that hawk this, staring at a n-gg- like i really don’t spit flame. / like i really won’t change the game when he spit tame. even though he k!ll him, n-gg- tell him don’t shit change. / it feels so good to be this strong with people this weak i’m leading on. / some female think the d that’s long will be in they pink in between they thong

b-tch, wake yo punk -ss up! it’s a new day! / b-tch, wake yo punk -ss up! it’s a new day! / seven in the morning blowing dojah out the window! / seven in the morning blowing dojah out the window! / b-tch, wake yo punk -ss up! it’s a new day! / b-tch, wake yo punk -ss up! it’s a new day! / seven in the morning blowing dojah out the window! / seven in the morning blowing dojah out the window!

gotta get the right lighter to ignite a fire like you made tent, dummy. / then you gotta get the dutch and split it down the middle like a roommate rent money. / yearning and searching the urban seek the street to be burning the herb and tree. / i urgently need purple weed. blood in my lung will turn burgundy. / illest individual but never recognized, for the record dies every time it’s not a lot of talk. / but i swear to god i don’t get enough credit kind of like a drop out when he not allowed to walk. / stay reserved kind of like i’m not allowed to park. shit gets to me cuz i really need dough. / they calling me a hater when they wave a stack of money but the shit gets to me cuz i really be poor. / wishing that i never had to go to check advance, swear to god that i’mma k!ll it when i get the chance. / bet that i’mma take off these walmart sweatpants when i get rid of my debt and dance. / got a hater giving me a threatening glance, but i really don’t care. he ain’t going nowhere. / tell the future kind of like i read these hands, you ain’t blowing up, n-gg-. i know, no fair

needle hit the groove, rapper destiny sealed, removing the chance to impress much with a first tape. / steadily improving, numbers finally moving. younger mind than the proven— leave artists touched when the verse shaped. / don’t got a lot of years, yeah, but i got plans. bars getting scanned over, yeah, but i got stans. / hard hitting fans know the fear’s not an option because we’re too scarred by the tears when we stop praying. / but in the meantime unfold what’s concealed besides your clothing. / living in the moment, you can know what you haven’t felt besides your loathing. / these times are golden, seize it and own it. step up like fighting a seasoned opponent. / whether you fired in the weed or the bong hit or you just writing and greeting the moment

- nine ra

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