Wake Up (feat. ChuuweeeBub & Styles)

Yeah, look

Time is precious, I'm clockin' it, level-headed
Watchin', never sweatin', no option to get the message
If a nigga don't work, a nigga don't deserve the blessings
That's OG lessons, pay attention, don't forget it
I'm relyin' on my gift, you niggas lyin', you a myth

You more Jada Pinkett than you is Jadakiss
It's a million niggas rappin', that mean a million niggas cappin'

Look, my interaction with these hoes and with these rappers
If it don't produce fruit, I'm probably just relaxin'
Shit, it's all distraction, I need to start subtractin'
Anybody askin' probably end up backstabbin'
I say it 'cause I seen it, I say it and I mean it
I'm always on my job, I live the life that I describe
Turn water into wine, so divine with how I rhyme
With this hustle, I combine the life that I design
Never lookin' in my rearview for who I left behind, what's up?

Yeah, yeah
JB, what up?
Let's see how I'ma do this shit

Underground king, Pimp C look down on me and smile (Ayy)
Willy Wild Style, heard some shit like this, it's been a while (Ha)
Chooey always on his grind, I live the life that I describe (Right)
Once I get some extra time, I'm takin' family to Dubai (We outta here)
This the life that I designed, here I go at peace of mind (Calm)
Don't know how long it'll last, they always want a piece of mine (Ah)
He divine, you should pay the boy some homage at his shrine
When it's yours, you'll be notified that
Now's the time to shine (Bling, bling)
With this god mind, I could turn mimosa into wine (Splash)

Cosa Nostra, fuck the rollers, we keep lookin' for the swine (Woo)
And these gold diggers, every time I
Hit the spot, they want somethin' (Ah)
Do you have a couple hundred dollars you
Can loan us? (Ching, ching, ching, ching)
Pressure comin' faster every time I look at so much (Yo)
Head and shoulders like boulders, can't hold up (Ah)
Cold Crush Groove, we hit the booth and make some more bucks (Ayy)

Stayin' out the way with Loaded K and givin' no fucks (Bling, bling)

Yup
Woah
Before we break up, baby, don't never leave me
Don't never, ever leave me
Bump Styles P
Boar's Head
Spiff

Yeah, I seen you pipsqueaks stutter through sixteens

Fingers too fat, had to butter the six rings (Woah)
Hear the click from the camera shutter, then switch scenes (Click)
My smile too wide and filled with gold
For the big screen (Bling, bling)
The sixes on the toes clean, one scheme I seen
Rollin' through his head, I had to shut
The door and all that (And all that)
The whole squad got fade, braids, and ball caps

Step up in my office, papi, walk past the tall grass (Step in)
Ayy, yo, JB, tell these rappers that they gimmicks won't last
They come and dip quicker than DoorDash (Skrrt)
I been had the pack since the denims was Jordache
I'm Jordan, you Kardashian but with small cash (Oh, I got it)
Pick up games, you was called last
I'm always hittin' OKC when the tour pass (What up?)
With us, it's always thunder on the forecast

4Matic Benz, hear me roar past (Skrrt)
My dogs bark a lot up in the parkin' lot, run

We causin' a ruckus outside Chesapeake Energy Arena
You feel me? You smell us down the block

Yo, yo, J
Yo, JB, I known you had OKC on lockdown way before lockdown
Before quarantine
You know that (Know that)
You know that
Woo