Wake Up/Insomnia Lyrics

Wake up & earn it

Gotta go get it my nigga

Turn my L's into lessons

For growth and benefits nigga

Ain't no pressure in purpose

Gotta stick wit it my nigga

If you losin' but lazy

Check how you livin' my nigga

Run up the dividends nigga

Pay ya bills, save for thrills

And split the difference nigga

Put some money in the bank

And make some interest my nigga

Gotta keep sumn' in the safe

If shit get twisted my nigga

Ha, ya never know

I stay ready so I ain't gotta prep

Cause I set up an establishment from the bottom step

Practiced a lotta reps

I had to pace

Snow or sunny, I hustle

They keep blowin' money

And they end up in a stagnant place

Slow money is better than no money

But double up and grow money

Is always better than flashin' that show money

Uh

I need profits, empty pockets ain't gon' do enough

They know it's goin' down cause lately I've been movin' up

Okay

I took a left, did it the right way

Can't stop for breath cause I know they want my place

Always been a loner cause I love my space

Hardly get sleep, been daydreamin' since back on MySpace

But fuck that

I fell in love with the grind

I tell em trust in the time

Eliminate doubt from ya mind

Look back and be proud of the climb

Stand out in a crowd by design

But I ain't talkin' bout designer

Every day I'm blessed with a breath is just a reminder

That I gotta

Wake up & earn it

Take action, attack

When opportunity comes

Show where ya practice was at

Okay, I wake up & earn it

Be ready, be bold

The hunger for Harvest can really never be sold

Okay I

Wake up & earn it

Take action, attack

When opportunity comes

Show where ya practice was at

Okay, I wake up & earn it

Be ready, be bold

The hunger for Harvest can really never be sold

Okay I

Wake up, burn it

Cake up, earn it

Be ready, never fold

Always sellin', never sold

Wake up, burn it

Cake up, earn it

Stay up, on the way up

No sleep, slow creep

Grew up in the hood wit the mind of a hustla

All the ideas kept my head in a cluster

She doin' me so good, but know I'll never trust her

Got a brand new bag like the king outta Augusta

Heard she from the west coast, wanted a Chanel

But she can't keep a boss cause she fuck the clientele

Swear she ain't a trick tho, she just let her skin show

Couple OGs showed me the Nintendo

Aye

Come shop, don't peep through the window

They gon' want a slice, even if you're made of thin dough

Uh

Move in silence, watch ya step nigga, tiptoe

So called friends with ill intentions since the intro

Uh

Angels in the sky, devil on my shoulder

Exes and enemies tellin' me it's over

Newer tactics to survival as I'm gettin' older

A young composer that's just trying to maintain composure

Hard work, no less

Can't stop, progress

Kill 'em all, yea I'm on the brink

No sleep, steady plottin' when I overthink

Hard work, no less

Can't stop, progress

Kill 'em all, yea I'm on the brink

No sleep, steady plottin' when I overthink

Insomnia