Wake Up Call

(music)

It's feeling great seein' my fears fade away

No more stressin' bout my future and coming in second place

Man, you placed my second plate where I lay and It will get ate

That means that I need more, 'cause these portions I'm given ain't enough to cut it, enough to run it

Compared to my goals this is nothing 'cause I'm aiming at the moon and if you too, then this your warning

'Cause I'm on my way, if you delay me from what I'm becoming

That's gon' only make me want it even more, n*gga

Hungry

'Cause I'm tired of hearing them say, "If not today, another day"

Ain't no if, and, buts, about it

I doubt I wait another day, 'cause yesterday you said the same thing

And look what we've accomplished

A compass cannot direct the future

A view we can tarnish

Simply snipping the harness, and go from largest to farthest

And in a matter of seconds regretting you didn't harvest all the greens in your garden

Instead you bought a Ferrari

And, taking Moms out to dinner

Aye, salmon and calamari

Not once did you consider what would happen if you failed

'Cause everybody, everybody think this last forever

But see, I know the truth that's why I'm grateful where I'm held

I dropped seven songs this year, did better than some careers

'Cause Lord knows that I worked hard for this

Lord knows, the disagreements and big arguments that unfold between me, and myself

I sat in the corner, and felt I wasn't suitable, the usual, that made me repel

From the truth that revealed, that I was born with the skill therefore I die with some 'mills and my kids account gon' be filled

Mama say she proud of me, she see what I'm about to be

They count on me to save the game

I'm counting paper, counting sheep, that mean I do this in my sleep

If it ain't click the first time

They gassin' up my single, I just winged it the first time

Went from being so down to on now

Labels hitting me in school

Teachers say put my phone down

But, Mr. Smith, can't you see that this what school is teaching me?

Who cares if I fail history, I'm going down in history

Math taught me percentages 'cause n*ggas got weird tendencies to drain my energy

I swear to God you ain't finessing me

I'm carrying on this legacy if you like it or not

And I swear I-

Give me some beat, man

Fade away, I never do

This hustle is impeccable

Best listen what they telling you this n*gga's incompatible

The other dudes that come in tunes, that's a artist and a writer too

Claiming that you lit, well n*gga, just ran out of liter fluid

You kinda blew it when you lured this connoisseur interviewer

Eyes they realize that you're the one that's clogging up the pipes

All these years, you been the hype

I took it over, overnight

And now I've paved the way for all the young n*ggas to take a bite