Ryan Oakes – WAKE UP (2022) | Track profile | Dork

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WAKE UP

I been counted out homie ever since the fifth grade

Its hard to make friends when you’ve never make a mistake

Even back then I had a girl that had a thick waste

Half of my “friends’ would end up finding how my kids taste

Stabbed my back they went and did it with a switch blade

And walked around town with they mother fuckin' chin raised

When you 6 foot with a dick that make you 6’8

You find out pretty quick that every alpha males bitch made

Switch lanes labels tell me learn to pick a genre

But every paycheck keeps adding another comma

I got dirt on this entire industry so if they comin with the drama

Ima let fly and change my name to karma

Carbon copy motherfuckers really tryna test me

They all up on my dick it ain't the type that's sexy

You signed for 20 bands and somehow disrespect me

Im making that shit every month off of my streams that shit don’t impress me

Wake up

The story never change it stay the same

You look the other way pretending all my shits lame

The easy way outs to put a bullet in my brain

And watch 'em blow my shit up while I’d be rolling in my grave

Out of control and I'm insane, if you were me you’d be the same

Everybody got a piece of them they never learned to tame

Learned to put mine on a leash and keep it locked inside a cage

But homie I can find the key I’d need in everything you say

Tell these labels that I'm unaccessible, I'm not flexible

A feature cost however many bands at festivals

My life path gave me ten pound testicles

That got your girl buff dog it's not the vegetables

(Unacceptable) a menace to society

I meant what I said when I give dead men anxiety

They’re scared of what can happen if I wake up whats inside of me

Genius or insane they’ll write a book on my psychiatry

WAKE UP

Out stream kids that signed for milis, that’s a disaster

Labels definitely wanna kill me that bring me laughter

They tell me that I should to let it go but I'm a bastard

I'ma milk it like I'm opening a fucking pasture

Drop nothing but hits boy

Killing beats like a mother fuckin sick boy

Mommy cut checks now you wanna act rich boy

I just doubled all of that, and made it off of bitcoin, ugh

Y'all predictable, and unoriginal

Fuck this industry its too political

Half you pussies think you’re invincible

My jobs turning all of you invisible

Unforgivable, turn me to the villain

Seen the glass half full thats unfulfilling

Ima top it off till the shit start spilling

Call 911 im boutta make me a killing

Fuck you

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