Wake up chords and lyrics - BRICE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Yo
D, wake [G]the fuck up.
[Am]Come on, man,
let's start without you.
You slept long enough.
It's time to clock [C]in.
[G]Let's get[Am] that money, motherfuck[Dm]er.
[Bb]You hear[Eb]d me?
It's the re[Am]turn of the flamethrower.
Break solar.
Time to step up your game.
Are you lame?
Still watch me take over.
Stay sober.
Remember this moment as I lose myself
[Bb]in the m[Am]usic cause I own it.
Phone your mother,
go on and tell her it's here

[Verse 2]
The most [Am]anticipated album y
'all gon' hate this year

[Verse 3]
Fear [Am]not, cause I know the
motivation behind it

[Verse 4]
Got em [Am]choked up,
somebody come and give em a hinder

[Verse 5]
Cause I'm the type to give [Am]a
pat on [C]the [Am]back

[Verse 6]
And be [Am]like, hey,
it ain't your fault that you're wack

[Verse 7]
Sit back and learn from a [Am]pro, come on

[Verse 8]
I'm about to [Am]start the show,
so relax and try an[Dm]d go with [Am]the flow

[Verse 9]
I know I get on your [Am]nerves,
but naturally it occurs

[Verse 10]
I can't [Am]help it,
like the bees and the birds,
it's gon' do what it do.
I made this music for you,
and y 'all know who you [Dm]listen[Am]in' to,
and I got this.
[C]Yeah!
That's what the fuck I'm [F]talkin' about,
B.
Put [Bb]you down for all them haters.
[Am]What I wanna know is why e[Dm]verybody
talkin' shit [Am]about the kids.
Don't your motherfuckers know?
[Bb]Well, show them motherfuckers,
or at least explain to [Am]me,
[Dm]why they be hati[Bb]n' on
you motherfuckers [Eb]much.
I said [Am]it took me a minute,
but I figured it out.
I know I must be a dick,
cause I stay in your mouth.
I go asshole fits cause I shit on the track
Call your home clique pussy and
y won't call back
Faggots throw a few jabs but it's indirect
We like my style ain't shit then
why the fuck y sweat me
Let me wait for my nap since
you put me to sleep
Thinking people bring me back they
put my name in the streets
Man I beat your best rappers
any day of the week
So put your money up homies if
you're trying to compete
How about the first day in
August you book us a spot
A
Friday night fight club where we
can see who's hot
That's right motherfucker
y 'all come on down
You know the price is right, bitch,
I eat your whole damn town
I am hip -hop, like I married a gay
You faggots actin' like some chicks
tryin' to catch the bouquet
Damn!
Did [C]he say he married a [F]gay?
And that's y 'all [Bb]motherfuckin' haters
tryin' to [Am]catch the bouquet?
That's [Dm]right,
[F]y kno[Dm]w wha[Am]t hip -hop is?[Dm]
[Am]He told y 'all in the last one[Bb]
This shit is a classic
[Dm]That's right, eat a [Bb]dick, mother[Eb]fuckers!
[Am]Enough talkin',
the music speaks for itself
And I can't help you,
don't believe in yourself
Instead of worrying about me,
how about we make these hits
Like kids, y just keep throwing fits
and try and spit on my name
If the shoe fits, carry the blame
Can't none of y 'all bury my fame
I ain't straight for the stars
Some can't relate to the
bars while it's fake
And just think that they are and
think they got what it takes
The beat breaks,
I smash it low -key like the greed of assassins
No questions asked,
but second guess if you like
Cause that's all the more [Dm]reason
[Am]for the heathen to strike
The most hated, the most loved
I came back just to tear shit up
Without further [C]ado
May I [Am]present the greatest
rapper that you love to hate
I represent
Komo
What up [C]people, your boy
Bryce is [F]back
Still holding shit [Bb]down, crown is still in[Am]tact
Y know what it is,
I'm feeling real good right [Am]now
Just woke up, got [Bb]my little stretch on
We about to work this thing out
[Dm]Come [Bb]on, let's go[Eb]
you