Wake Up Nyck @ Knight
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[Intro: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Yeah, I finally found my way up
Now I gotta stay up
The game slowed down
Every shot a layup
It make you wanna blaze up? (Yea)
Get your cake up, you sleep, we on the wake up
Wake up (Wake the fuck up)
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
'Til the day I die, I'll be running through the system like a virus
Silence when I grace you with the style that keep you vibin'
I've been, riding 'round the city with my vibrant
Chick that keep me lit like the city I reside in
And my theory on this game when O.G.s asks "What's the science?"
Stay on my job without one, been a home appliance
I live the dream and my nightmares helped me out The Midas, touch the pen, striking gold thought I was a minor
[Chorus: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
So wake the fuck up! And get ya cash up
Just keep your eyes on the snakes, make sure ya grass cut
I put the mask on, I bring the bag out
So get the fuck back! And sit your ass down
See I go in the booth, And I just black out
You hiding from the truth, I always lay the facts down
Now I'ma class act, used to be a class clown
Didn't choose the fast route, I worked to where I am now
Yeah, I finally found my way up
Now I gotta stay up
The game slowed down
Every shot a layup
It make you wanna blaze up? (Yea)
Get your cake up, you sleep, we on the wake up
Wake up (Wake the fuck up)
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
'Til the day I die, I'll be running through the system like a virus
Silence when I grace you with the style that keep you vibin'
I've been, riding 'round the city with my vibrant
Chick that keep me lit like the city I reside in
And my theory on this game when O.G.s asks "What's the science?"
Stay on my job without one, been a home appliance
I live the dream and my nightmares helped me out The Midas, touch the pen, striking gold thought I was a minor
[Chorus: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
So wake the fuck up! And get ya cash up
Just keep your eyes on the snakes, make sure ya grass cut
I put the mask on, I bring the bag out
So get the fuck back! And sit your ass down
See I go in the booth, And I just black out
You hiding from the truth, I always lay the facts down
Now I'ma class act, used to be a class clown
Didn't choose the fast route, I worked to where I am now
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