Tg3 - Woke (feat. Mexobeats)

Big Boss, I keep it quiet and let the stick talk
Came for ya head pulling up in drop tops
I been MIA, ain't been getting sleep
Asking how i stay, I'm wide awake
I see everything, can't pull fast ones over me
I know where I gotta be, this my everyday
Here I go, lemme get back on the road for a show
Live in the light so I'm shining like gold
Keeping the standard you counterfeit tho
I see 'em lacking never had practice
Nobody choosing you he ain't no pikachu
Came from the back end, they was distracted
Faith of a mustard seed look what he can do
Praising the trinity for the new Trilla G
Keep it a hunnit with every step I take
Say I got it like a centipede
Never let the talking get to me
No, you do not know
How much I put in this, all of my soul
They put on the pressure, I came from the coal
I shine like a diamond now, look how I glow
I tinted my shades and sharpened my focus
Traveled the ocean, didn't you notice I been
Running this thing like a Moa, blowing white clouds like Aotearoa
Invited them out, they prolly scared to show up
I been running miles, waiting for the day I blow up
Sumn like blimp, no Hindenburg
Pull up for the bid, yeah the kid bet he get it first
Sorry if your feelings hurt
Looking for the win, in these aisles of trials
Ya better recognize fake, from a thousand miles
That's word from the wise, from a thousand owls
And imma clock my thousand hours, then multiply that
Only spit facts, eye on the prize, even with an eye patch
Looking to the sky, know he got my back
Even when deflated, no debate I bounce
Back, back, back, back
And if you ain't know, I lay low and win, that's a fact
The world is on my shoulders man good thing I lift weights
Sorry for the wait, we put a lot into this tape
I thank God like everyday
Day and night on my knees pray
And I pray that yesterday, won't be as good as today
Ayo Brooklyn's back
Ayo he back in the states
And I swear nobody's safe
Peace protect it, like a safe
So much sauce, it leave a stain
Pizza wings and anime, no lie, that's my happy place
You boys need yo own lane
You niggas horsing round
So I gotta take the reins
I'm the King, I'm gonna reign
Whether sunny or it's rain
We got chips, we got rings
We got ice, we got chains
We got God, we got saved
We make moves, you in place
Yo I'm on fire
Boi, I'm burning like a match
Look around I see no match
Sorry yall I gotta dash

Written by:
Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks

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