"Wake Up" lyrics
(feat. Colours)
[Blade Brown:]
I said it's get Get Money Season
I put a penny on the scale to make sure that its even (Let's work!)
Stuck up on the roads, I ain't leaving
Too many mouths needs feeding
Used to shot light to, Caroline and Steven
If I get knicked, 'Not Guilty' I'm pleadin'
Just give them a reason, they come tru on a greeze ting
Blastin' and squeezing, you're lucky if you're breathing
The last pack cam short, I tell'em throw in a extra
This that real flake, you can tell by the texture
Come around here cuh, they don't respect ya
Got niggas clappin off from London to Leicester
And all these little niggas think they're 3hunna
Couldn't answer and that nigga got like 3 numbers
187 nigga yeah that's three numbers
Controlling the block nigga with three youngers
[Blade {Colours}:]
And nah we ain't signed to no major
{But we still out ere countin' paper}
And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!)
{20 missed calls when I wake up}
Beat a gunshot for a traitor
{Bullet holes, size of a crater}
And we still get lots of on the way up
{Everybody sleepin', better wake up!} (Oi Oi Oi)
[Colours:]
Gold sub on my wrist, lemme dive in
Bags n Boxes in the whip whille ya driving
Sunshine and Wrey, that's the climate
Been a spot rusher since academics
Swag's past wavey, it's paraletic
Splash so much, I need rehab
New food, everyday, three cabs
Strap stay low, call that aneasthetic
Hole in ya head, no paramedic
She on me, she say my skin's caramelish
I'm the same nigga with the cameras off
Man are soft, man are only g's when the cannnon's on
Don't fuck around with' Lucc, that's the last ball
I'll shoot a nigga down to the last call
Niggas think they're hard, cool
I just copped two properties
Tell em keep their ass cool
[Blade {Colours}:]
And nah we ain't signed to no major
{But we still out ere countin' paper}
And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!)
{20 missed calls when I wake up}
Beat a gunshot for a traitor
{Bullet holes, size of a crater}
And we still get lots of on the way up
{Everybody sleepin', better wake up!} (Oi Oi Oi)
I said it's get Get Money Season
I put a penny on the scale to make sure that its even (Let's work!)
Stuck up on the roads, I ain't leaving
Too many mouths needs feeding
Used to shot light to, Caroline and Steven
If I get knicked, 'Not Guilty' I'm pleadin'
Just give them a reason, they come tru on a greeze ting
Blastin' and squeezing, you're lucky if you're breathing
The last pack cam short, I tell'em throw in a extra
This that real flake, you can tell by the texture
Come around here cuh, they don't respect ya
Got niggas clappin off from London to Leicester
And all these little niggas think they're 3hunna
Couldn't answer and that nigga got like 3 numbers
187 nigga yeah that's three numbers
Controlling the block nigga with three youngers
[Blade {Colours}:]
And nah we ain't signed to no major
{But we still out ere countin' paper}
And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!)
{20 missed calls when I wake up}
Beat a gunshot for a traitor
{Bullet holes, size of a crater}
And we still get lots of on the way up
{Everybody sleepin', better wake up!} (Oi Oi Oi)
[Colours:]
Gold sub on my wrist, lemme dive in
Bags n Boxes in the whip whille ya driving
Sunshine and Wrey, that's the climate
Been a spot rusher since academics
Swag's past wavey, it's paraletic
Splash so much, I need rehab
New food, everyday, three cabs
Strap stay low, call that aneasthetic
Hole in ya head, no paramedic
She on me, she say my skin's caramelish
I'm the same nigga with the cameras off
Man are soft, man are only g's when the cannnon's on
Don't fuck around with' Lucc, that's the last ball
I'll shoot a nigga down to the last call
Niggas think they're hard, cool
I just copped two properties
Tell em keep their ass cool
[Blade {Colours}:]
And nah we ain't signed to no major
{But we still out ere countin' paper}
And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!)
{20 missed calls when I wake up}
Beat a gunshot for a traitor
{Bullet holes, size of a crater}
And we still get lots of on the way up
{Everybody sleepin', better wake up!} (Oi Oi Oi)
Writer(s): Jonathan King, Malcolm James McCormick, Jeremy Kulousek, Eric Allan Dan
