[Verse 1: Rittz]
R-R-R-R-I-Double T-Z, CNT 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 piece, 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 allowed for you to wear Savage
I got bread like fresh croissants from 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 sans savant fans down to shake a pedal lookin' stupid hard
You keep my name out your music boy
I'll run up on you in the Zumies store
You hit snooze too long
[Chorus: Rittz]
You 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
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
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 in old Box Chevies 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, ridin' down [?]
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
Wake up
[Chorus: Rittz]
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
[Verse 3: Twista]
When you checkin’ out the subject and the predicate
Etiquette of a nigga, better get out of my way
I’m a veteran, you can never get ahead of it
Let him inside of my cage, I kill ‘em, I’m an elephant
I’m better than whoever they wanna be makin’ a mockery of
In order for me to let you live, it gotta be love
Shotgun protectin’ me ‘cause I be fillin’ the vacancy
Of a cemetery with the many bodies in blood
Like Kato, must chop, big rocks on the fingers like Thanos
And if you ask who wanna get it with the T
I bet you seein’ a room full of niggas you couldn’t say most
I got a life you could put up inside of a book
And when I ride I’mma come with the style of a crook
You ain’t gon’ never be able to get one of these
And the way I spit it be leavin’ ‘em niggas shook
The story is gory, orientated around victorious wars
I made it into another reality
Instead of the horror that waited inside of the mind of a shorty
Invaded with another kinda perception of life
I came out of it and I’m attackin’ the rhythm with a vengeance
Smackin’ ‘em with every sentence
I’m on a pedestal and it’s inevitable, I be the bidness
When you checkin’ out the style, it’s wild, it’s brolic
Listen to the pound, its sound is sonic
When you hear me say nobody comin’ this hard
You ain’t knowin’ nobody that been around this honest
Look at Twist, he the shit
Kill an enemy dead with what he kick knowin’ they must fall
Look at Rittz when he spit
Spill an enemy guts like grits, it’s a wake up call
[Chorus: Rittz]
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
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