Wake Up Lyrics – Tee Grizzley feat. Chance The Rapper

Wake Up Lyrics – Tee Grizzley feat. Chance The Rapper

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“Wake Up” Track Lyrics Information:-

Track Name: Wake Up
Artist: Tee Grizzley, Chance The Rapper
Release Date: 5 Nov 2018
Record Label: Tee Grizzley

Read Wake Up Lyrics from here…

Want to hear all their preachin’, man look
It’s a difference between preaching and speaking from experience
We the one’s movin’ around them trenches man
I got them n**gas woke man
I give them n**gas hope man
Make sure you tell them, tell ’em

Wake up, wake up, pray up, stay up
Wake up, wake up, stay up, pray up
Stay up, wake up, pray up

Motivate the trenches
We got ’em woke
Street n**gas winnin’
We give ’em hope..②

We live in the days where n**gas do s**t
Without even thinkin’ about it
But who am I to talk, blew 50k
Without thinkin’ about it
Beefin’ wit’ n**gas about s**t
So stupid we shouldn’t be beefin’ about it
If you in high school I encourage you
Go try to make it to college

Got n**gas in prison
Your body locked up, don’t let your mind be
Daydream, make a plan, write it out
Don’t forget that your mind free
Don’t let that wasted time be a waste of time
That’s how n**gas get back in chains

Bro only 5’8 but he run up and bang on you like he ‘Bron James
F**kin’ up the money, steady buyin’ chains
But this what I wanted
Bust down Rollie, AP, s**t feel good and look good don’t it
I got the ball, got hit, fumbled
Picked it back up, scored six on ’em
Did a field goal with the Louis kicks on ’em
Said I would lose, got the win on ’em like

Wake up, wake up, pray up, stay up
Wake up, wake up, stay up, pray up
Stay up, wake up, pray up

Motivate the trenches
We got ’em woke
Street n**gas winnin’
We give ’em hope..②

I’m in the trenches
I give ’em hope
I get ’em books
I get ’em coats
They f**k wit’ the kid
I’m the adult
B**ch I’m the father figure
N**ga the coach versuri.online
F**k a result, I want revolt

You want the bow ties, well you need a co-sign
And I’m at your bowtie, since you let Bettie Jones die
Gotta go hit up Kofa, then I go hit the folks
Then I go hit up Sosa, gotta hitcha from both sides
Get the Zulu and show sides and I gotta ride shotgun
Ain’t no fun when you ghostride
Tell the mayor I’m gon’ slide
And the city my co-pilot
Nothin’ but a lil’ more mileage
You don’t want the type of smoke I lift
Show these b**ches overprofilin’

Wake up, wake up, pray up, stay up
Wake up, wake up, stay up, pray up
Stay up, wake up, pray up

Motivate the trenches
We got ’em woke
Street n**gas winnin’
We give ’em hope..②…

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