paroles de chanson Wake up - Blade Brown feat. Colours

Swifta Production (Blade Brown)
Yo, look
I said it's get money season
I put a penny on the scale just to make sure that it's even
Stuck up on the roads, I ain't leaving
Too many mouths need feeding
Used to shot light, Caroline and Steven
If I get nicked not guilty I'm pleading
Just give them a reason
They come tru when I greaze ting
Blast and a squeeze and your lucky if you're breathing
The last rap game shotta told them throw in an extra
It's that real shit, you can tell by the texture
Come around acre, they don't respect ya
Got niggas clappling out from London to Leicester
And all these little niggas think they're 3hunna
Never answer and a nigga think that's 3 numbers
187 nigga yeah thats three numbers
Controlling the block nigga with three youngers
Blade (Colours)
But now we ain't signed to no major
(But we still out 'ere counting paper)
And we still out 'ere whipping flake off
(20 missed calls when I wake up)
Be a gunshot for a traitor
(Bullet holes, size of a crator)
And we still get lost off on the way up
(Everybody sleepin' better wake up!)
(Colours)
Gold sub on my wrist let me dive in
Bags and boxes in the way while you're drivin'
Sunshine a way that's declinin'
Been a spot rusher since academics
Swags past wavy its paraletic
Splash so much I need rehab
New food, everyday 3 cabs
Straps stay low, call thay anasthetic
Call me a head, no paramedic
She on me, she said my skins caramelish
I'm the same nigga with the cameras off
Man are soft
Im the only G when the cannons on
Don't fuck around with Gucci that's the last straw
I'll shoot a nigga down to the last call
Niggas think they hard ball
Others got 2 properties, tell 'em keep their ass cool
Blade (Colours)
But now we ain't signed to no major
(But we still out 'ere counting paper)
And we still out 'ere whipping flake off
(20 missed calls when I wake up)
Be a gunshot for a traitor
(Bullet holes, size of a crator)
And we still get lost off on the way up
(Everybody sleepin' better wake up!)