Woke

Oh yes

This one's for those of you just ain't woke yet, Hotep

You rich but you broke, ****, just don't know yet, Hotep

These rappers ain't woke yet, security back 'em, Hotep

Hotep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that's a toe-tag

Might as well have Mayweather back you at a Black's match-up protest

That's that "Write a check you can't cash," I might have to collect

That's that your ass is bleeding, that's that Kotex

I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes

This one's for little bro who big bro ain't come back from the store yet

Hotep, I'm here for blessings sent my direction, no less

This one's for those who don't know they pops no invincible yet

Trick bitches, hoes that don't know just how nasty they are

They out here wearing the same tongue ring

They ain't changed from ten dicks ago yet

Hopefully that scope on that AR don't take my focus

To places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapa's

Any calendar day, I'll hallow him like late October

I'll bury these **** up under the devil's playground, playtime's over

Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it

She tryna to be my wife on the side, I ain't invite it

I just, step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant

Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect

Thots used to call me Tar Baby, cops taught me that I'd be worthless

Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins

That taught me to focus on what's inside y'all and not the surface