Woke Up

I know
You know
I done woke up on the dirty bed
I done woke up on a dirty floor
I done woke up in the bookers, next to niggas who did thirty, doing thirty more
I done woke up with a hangover
I done woke up in a Range Rover
I done woke up in a new Bugatti
I done woke up in a new Ferrari
I done woke up on a dirty couch
Lil' niggas stacking up the work
Told 'em «Leave me thirty and get thirty out
Take a hunnid, bring me thirty-five,»
Trap apartment, me and shorty high
Wifey com and kick shorty out
I be sleeping wit' the .40 out
I ain’t sleeping on thes niggas
Nah, nah, nah, nah, that’s New York
Buss' down, no Newport
9−1-1, two door
That oil money, fuck you thought
Subtracting then add 'em up
Pile 'em in, fit 'em and bag 'em up, (Zip)
Zip, they hate when I had it up
To hear what the bullshit is addin' up
They mad that I’m climbin' that ladder up
Just me and my team, batter up
Got my nigga on his feet
I ain’t like how he was sitting, I sat him up
Gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang
Hangman,
White stick, black out
Xan, xan, xan, xan, xan, xan, xan