WAKE UP 919slum

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Wake up, covered in blood
Dirt and mud upon my rug
Walkin' in, I carry a slug
I'm rollin' up another dub
10 days I spent away
Building up my golden lungs
Fill it up then I puff
Then I fly, and then I'm stuck
Another bump, another bump
I pass out on the curb at lunch
Put you in a frame, you fuck with me
Just like the Brady bunch
Deep inside the buys is where they'll find you with your bones on crunch
Hard for me to function when I hardly even give a fuck
Tryna run a play but you can’t even make a walk in it
Pineapple Fanta, and I'm 'bout to put some wock in it
I don’t ever choke like Wide Neck, but I ain’t stalk a bitch
Hardest white boy in my time, John Stockton shit
Since these parents won't, I'ma motherfuckin' pop yo' kids
Medieval Europe way I’m always on the aux and shit
Bank account low so I gotta check the options quick
Robbin' anyone who got a problem, they will not exist
Tough-talkin' punk, you get smacked and thrown up in the trunk
Take you to the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, then I dump
Bullets, then I hit a bump, throw you out, if you ain't done
How you gon' react to all the water filling up yo' lungs?