Royce da 5'9" - Woke lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - Woke lyrics]
Oh yes this one's for those of you
Just ain't woke yet, hotep
You rich but you broke nigga
Just don't know yet, hotep
These rappers ain't woke yet
Security back 'em, hotep
Hotep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes
That's a toe tag
Might as well have Mayweather back ya
At a Black's match-up protest
That's that "Write a check you can't cash
" I might have to collect
That's that yo ass is bleeding
That's that Kotex
I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
This one's for little bro who big bro
Ain't come back from the store yet
Hotep, I'm here for blessings
Sent my direction, no less
This one's for those who don't know
They pops not invincible yet
Trick bitches hoes that don't know
Just how nasty they are
They out here wearin' the
Same tongue ring they
Ain't change from ten dicks ago yet
Hopefully that scope on that AR
Don't take my focus
To places where I put fakers in
Comas longer than daytime soapas
Any calendar day I'll hollow
Him like late October
I'll bury these niggas up
Under the Devil's playground
Playtime's over
Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it
She tryna be my wife on the side
I ain't invite it i just
Step over the ring and hit the
Bitch like Andre the Giant
Papa used to beat on me
Often for not being perfect
Thots used to call me tar baby
Cops taught me that I'd be worthless
Mama gave birth to only one
Dark child like Rodney Jerkins
That taught me to focus on what's
Inside y'all and not the surface
Just ain't woke yet, hotep
You rich but you broke nigga
Just don't know yet, hotep
These rappers ain't woke yet
Security back 'em, hotep
Hotep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes
That's a toe tag
Might as well have Mayweather back ya
At a Black's match-up protest
That's that "Write a check you can't cash
" I might have to collect
That's that yo ass is bleeding
That's that Kotex
I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
This one's for little bro who big bro
Ain't come back from the store yet
Hotep, I'm here for blessings
Sent my direction, no less
This one's for those who don't know
They pops not invincible yet
Trick bitches hoes that don't know
Just how nasty they are
They out here wearin' the
Same tongue ring they
Ain't change from ten dicks ago yet
Hopefully that scope on that AR
Don't take my focus
To places where I put fakers in
Comas longer than daytime soapas
Any calendar day I'll hollow
Him like late October
I'll bury these niggas up
Under the Devil's playground
Playtime's over
Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it
She tryna be my wife on the side
I ain't invite it i just
Step over the ring and hit the
Bitch like Andre the Giant
Papa used to beat on me
Often for not being perfect
Thots used to call me tar baby
Cops taught me that I'd be worthless
Mama gave birth to only one
Dark child like Rodney Jerkins
That taught me to focus on what's
Inside y'all and not the surface