Wake2

When I started this I tell me it’s easy
More grease to your elbow, now too greasy
Agama head for uncle skeppy
Bad energy, I’m feeling detty
Drown myself in holy water
But I heard the witches were swimming
Sliding through that thought and the beat, ski ski sking
So fuck Nigerian uncles, they all slicky
Back, pimp and hoes, slap, bring it back
Attack, sack a rat that’s not fat
I don’t bother about rats not more
I just get a cat
Find a roach
Crush it smooth
Hold it close
Li di do
I’m the puff that never passed
Rap that’s never thrash
Dream all through the day
Not just when I crash
Sometimes like to lag
Sleep deep like a bag
All these thoughts jam packed
Wait, lemme talk something else
First thoughts first, nigga’s the heat
So much heat, damn damn heat
Heat could make some rappers look lit
Damn damn heat, burns the dreams
Bars everywhere, but not from rappers
Women in wrappers, sitting with papas
The church beside would say a prayer
For the motel beside, and the clergyman go there later
Maybe to say a prayer For her
What’s that, stop that, you mean I should give you my number? So you can call
my mother?
But mum showed me its not a jungle
Never once did my tummy rumble
So I don’t go out, out of food
It was a bit crude, but the robbers were rude
How can you tell me a man go out by 7 First thing in the morning, they rob him,
outside his door and the neighbors won’t help him
Later in the day everyone discuss him
Disgusting
(I'm done, I guess)