Текст песни Wake up Call - Yelawolf , Rittz , Twista

R-R-R-R-I-Double T Z C N T is the
Gang, never change from the fame I got
Try to stand out around me gonna need to
Have a shaved mohawk with the rainbow dot
And some baseball socks and a [?
]Pink bow tie, drip drip drippin' like a paintball shot
Diamonds on my neck please dance in sanction,
The clasp still latch but the chain went POP!
Fuck a Lady Ga, Jonas brothers
Fuck the rap game raw, don't wear rubbers
Don't care, what is, considered in style now
Lookin' like you in and out of homeless shelters
And I'm on time, Jonny Amazon Prime
Like a fat bitch cannonball dive
And it made waves in a pool, wishin' I'd drown
Fuck you and the rappers you consider top five
'Cause they name's not mine, that's fine in time
I become your favorite, underrated one you hated
'Cause you made a sudden change and gave
It a listen, now I'm always on your playlist
You ain't armed and dangerous, we ain't scared at all
Little homie you ain't savage, save it
Shouldn't even be a lot for you to wear Savage
I got bread like fresh croissants or Paris, France
A Renaissance man, a lid don't fit my sauce pan
Let's open up and spread the broadband, peak
These MC's so soft, they singin'
Whatcha thinkin', you got a god damn goth band
Your rock jam sweatsuit [?
] Fans down to shake a pedal lookin' stupid hard
You keep a name, let's abuse it boy
I'll run up on you in the Zumies store
You hit snooze too long
Tryna sleep on me, here's a wake up call
It's time for you to get a wake up call
You done called me underrated for way too long
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Scared to get me on a feature 'cause I'm way too hard
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Paint ya fingernails now, puttin' make up on
Man the game got soft, here's a wake up call, tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Somebody better tell 'em
It's time for you to a get a wake up call ye-yeah
I'm skippin' over cracks in the sidewalk, I'm a hypochondriac
So sick that I had to put 4 quarters in the slot of a laundromat
Pour chlorox and the floor pops, I'm sorry I fucked up the carpet
But I had to get rid of the old me to
Become an OG, I disposed of the carcass
MWA, motherfuckers an old box, chevy's bumpin' me
Sippin' on creekwater, with a rolled up christmas tree in a sunken sea
In the gutter where the junkies be
Me and my mother got fuckin' peeved
Married to the system yeah, give the devil his custody
That's a hot pink pentagram, I'm Catfish Billy, bitch
Took the sun of God and a lightning rod to awaken my crip
Slumerican red, for the walkin' dead with a buckshot in my script
Til the clock no longer ticks, tick, tick, tick, ugh
Ghetto cowboy, [?]
Pull up on the block with the fuckin' lawn mower
Choppin' blades, moppin' toys, made a boss, not employed
Drippin' sauce, attaboy, look at him rob? Not annoyed
Diary of a slum god, that's opiate-taylored product boy
Tryna sleep on me, here's a wake up call
It's time for you to get a wake up call
You done called me underrated for way too long
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Scared to get me on a feature 'cause I'm way too hard
It's time for you to get a wake up call
Paint ya fingernails now, puttin' make up on