My condolences, my condolences
Whole family in mourning send my condolences
My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him
Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters
She losin' focus shit
Don't send a text, I don't care y'all mad
Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y'all at?
For real, I'm calling Stunna
'Cause all Summer 16, ain't heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer
Awareness is high, say attention I'm seeking
Since I'm reaching, it's offensive they're convinced I'm a demon
Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason
Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement
Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming, take this mental reprievement
Since I know the nigga, I know this ain't the man that I'm seein'
I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won't pull a hammer out
Wasn't you at Hov's show scared to pull the camera out?
I'm seeing habits switch, magic tricks
You froggy behind that Apple fix
The passiveness in your manor I might react to it
Automatic shit
Ratchet kids at your crib that can't even spell Calabasas bitch
So I take all the guns, load half the clips
I just notice you run, we mention half the Clipse
I'll save that for another time I'll get back to it
I'm kinda shocked to look at what we've advanced to
Knew it'd get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through
Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you
I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle
You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right?
I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt
Introspection means dig deep, let's look below the wealth
I wanna know myself
How you tell bitches know they self
When you don't even know yourself?
You wouldn't know yourself
Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian
Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in
I think you rap good, but you a movie star
So that owl's appropriate, we don't know who you are
Where did the boy's brain change? Was it the club scene?
Now you sound like you use people and love things
But later for how you use people and love things
The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king
That record contract, leaves a lot to exam
Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram
That's too much baking soda, good thing my break is over
They thinking 'cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up
Or maybe they just woke up
You leverage your celeb, taking waves over
That's territorial takeover
Maybe he thinks nobody notices
Gucci wasn't home two seconds before you rode his dick
Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole
Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo
Was that your plot all along?
Why you ain't do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song?
No really, we want a Party album
But you keep stealing all of Party's album
To go and put it on your party album
It's plenty reason to slay you
Kept going up Tuesday's and now The Weeknd just hates you
Are you lifeless? Sound like a zombie on the track
Remember "Started From the Bottom," it was Zombie on the Track
Know who else started from the bottom? Zombie on the Track
How come after that joint I don't see Zombie on a track?
I'm from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back
Be alarmed the real is finally back
Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now
Battery in him, let's see if he get charged up now
I'm wake
I'm wake
We at the wake
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Wake - Joe Budden
