Wide Awake

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m wide awake
I don’t have experience but I can find myself a fake
Yeah, bitch, I’m wide awake
Do you need a cover up? Brodie, cover up your face
I’m, I’m wide awake
And I gotta give you credit, cus you gotta make it paid
Yeah, I’m wide awake, uh, uh
I’m wide awake, uh, ay

[Verse]
It’s probably hard seeing your name up on a pedestal
I only say that because no one’s ever said it’s cool
It’s hard with fame and shit, or so they say, and then there’s you
See I ain't famous, but at least I know when there’s a fool
I mean, come on, you spoke the fame into existence
See, I could be the top dog if I could choose yo’ sentence
I ain’t even talkin’ to a man, but I ain’t pretending
There’s way too many mothefuckers thinking they the best and
I got to disagree because there’s me inside the game
I ain’t never seen the top, but all I know? It’s full of fakes
But how does someone live like them if they just rose the fame?
Sticking with your boys? You’ll never stick up to a gang
I hope I’m never mainstream, I hope I never make shit
My only fear is actual people will end up playing this
The crazy thing is I’m the youngest one to ever say shit
Just the better version, yet my pockets looking makeshift
Bitch, I am known to kill my enemies
You say you do too, but can it be?
I’ll say this shit till fucking seventy
You’ll never ever be ahead of me
I’m never one to brag about my skill itself
Don’t bully fakes until they kill themselves
Won’t put no money on a deal itself
But I have guts to say they cheated wealth
I never speak on shit the don’t include me
Ill kill you wolves and I ain’t talking Clooney
Speaking like a rich guy in the movies
You’ll never have that status nor outdo me
To be a youngin' is to have the knowledge
Too old for hide and seek, too young for college
Lying ‘bout my cash is stealing wallets
I wanna be the city’s most acknowledged
Every second is a chance to kill
It’s hard deciphering the fake and real
I’m having trouble trying find a deal
Like do I want the game or something real
I’ll do my studies in computer science
And teach a bitch to use a new appliance
Or I could be drug dealer and find
My way to kill another man tonight
And you can tag along and use a Glock
I trap the people in a fucking box
And get yo’ ass to shoot them in the cock
But I’m a rapper, I can’t lose my spot
Never settle for less than what you dream
I’ll stay a rapper long as I can be
I’m still not famous, but not on my knees
I’m staying real as long as I can please

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m wide awake
I don’t have experience but I can find myself a fake
Yeah, bitch, I’m wide awake
Do you need a cover up? Brodie, cover up your face
I’m, I’m wide awake
And I gotta give you credit, cus you gotta make it paid
Yeah, I’m wide awake, uh, uh
I’m wide awake, uh, ay