Chris Meadows - Woke Up a Rager

Wake up and smell the paper
Case of Makers
I woke up a rager
I was only five and I was talking shit to strangers
I'm a real nigga give a damn about the danger
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot
Yea
I can't tolerating no weak shit from no weak nigga
Less we talking money ain't bout to do no talking with ya
Said he got bout three K's on him yea he a pitcher
I been pissed off since I woke up I might just hit ya
I be tripping like dream
She a ginger
Pumpkin head like Halloween
I'm a ninja
On the scene but never seen
Where's the liquor
No we ain't sipping lean
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we might go slide
Say you real then ride
I got all this ice
Got four wheel drive
Got a ten piece vibe
She just want to get high
You can't live this life
Wake up and smell the paper
Case of Makers
I woke up a rager
I was only five and I was talking shit to strangers
I'm a real nigga give a damn about the danger
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
And we bring that fire
No we cannot die
Wake up and smell the paper
Case of Makers
I woke up a rager
I was only five and I was talking shit to strangers
I'm a real nigga give a damn about the danger

Written by:
Chris Meadows

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