Magnus Matty - Wake Up (feat. Rich Youngn Tone)

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Uh, look
Lately I been feeling bottled up
Like I can't find the words
I been muzzled up
Pushed inside a corner I been isolated
Forces to figure life out on a timer that has not an ounce of patience
Fighting obstacles and all these regulations
You cannot get here with procrastination
I want my music heard across the Nations
Back to back hits on the charts I'm gone ahnialate em x
I got battle wounds
Scars on my body like a tattoo
Watch ya closest friends cuz they gone hate too
But ride ya coat tails as soon as you bloom
What Happened to the code of ethics
What's got these nighas over stepping
Lines getting crossed and these nighas not respecting
I think it's time to bring em back to basics
I think it's time bring back the inspiration
Nighas lacking vision and it's truly hard to witness
But I'm knowing different so I'm tryna feed em
Before it come a time I gotta free em
I be wanting more for my people
But we so stuck inside our ways it's kinda like we in a cage
It's basically Insanity doing the same thing
But nighas be too caught up in that ra-ra and hoopla
So the bigger picture slowly slipping out nah
It's time to listen up and gather around
Way too many Kings and Queens is tilting they crowns
Not living life but settling down
Having kids and thinking you done
You gotta get up and get what you want
Cuz don't nobody like giving you nothing
You get respect a lil more if you can get a hustle
And maybe even a lil more if you can bring the muscle
But most important
Count it up twice don't let em short you
I been tryna do it for myself
Little help
Already I propel
I think we all can do well and Excell (Huh)
Wake up
Wake up
wake up
Wake up
Whats it gone take for you to
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
They been sleeping on me
For a long time
Uh
Wake up wake up
Gotta get my cake up
I Been going through a lot of shyt
The reason I don't say much
Got me back up in my bag and I ain't got time to layup
Like
I'm ballin making easy no you cannot play us
Steady screaming free my nigha Reese out that jam
The story not making no sense And I don't understand
Feel like you doing some years that you ain't have to
I gotta let it go cuz you let it get past you
Ever since my brother died I feel like I been fucked up in the head
Feel like we shouldn't of been talking if it's not about the bread
Told em I'm feeling underrated
Damn that's all I said
They started acting like I told em to go jump off a ledge
Im on the edge now
Gotta get my mind right reminiscing bout the past
I been thinking all night
How to get my mama out this bitch and how to change my life
Everyday I'm pushing I ain't going out without a fight
Facts
They started laughing when I told em it's a wrap nigha
You wanna feature gotta pay up this not that nigha
I'm running shyt now I'm bout to over lap nighas
Lamest nighas mad when they get left in body bags nigha
And lately eating like a fat nigha
Cuz I been so focused I just love it when my cash bigger
Different kinda breed
I'm a different kinda bag getter
Different kinda rapper
I'm a different kinda swag wearer
I got my heart broke before, but that's some old shyt
But tell that bitch just be lucky I ain't expose shyt
She hit me up like how you doing
I'm like slow motion
Im Just getting more rich
You can get on bitch
I'm gone

Written by:
Matt Gold, Rich Youngn' Tone

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