The Wake Up

I probably could’ve chose something a little more stable

A simpler life

Food on the table

Grow old if I’m able

Come home from work, I kiss my wife

And then call for my seeds

Ask, "How was school?", Sit on the couch

And then watch some TV

A simpler life with Honda Civics

And no Benzes, and shit

I’d hate my job

But at least someday I’d get my pension and shit

This not the life I dream about, but least I dream about it

Would love to travel, I don’t know

Someday we’ll see about it

I could’ve chose a simpler life

Where everything is fine

Like fuck a Rolex, all these watches tell the same ol' time

I could be on the side watching the ones that's doing it

I could’ve been content with less, like those I grew up wit'

Instead, I’m out here balling

Getting money, ducking laws

Don’t know who’s praying on my downfall

But fuck 'em all

A quarter million on my wrist

We from the bottom, cuz

Instead I’m up at booby trap throwing these dollars up

You are, it seems, a man of many skills

A rare combination

Riding round in my city, **** I’m the one

****, I’m the Don

I be in design district going dumb

I’m just getting started, I ain’t even done

Broke **** want me going back and forth

I just told my P.O. I ain’t going to court

Too much trauma back when we was poor

Bitch, I just Apple paid em for the Porsche

I'm, I'm on a jet, I could’ve been broke, and depressed

I could’ve settled for less, but instead

I just threw up the dice, and I hoped for the best

I know I met her five minutes ago

But I gave her five thousand to cover her breast

I could’ve just kept my head down

And just been a regular **** nobody respect

I could’ve just worked at Target

But this money done made me a Target

911’s in condo garages

And my wifey like having menages

Could’ve been broke, could’ve been rich

Bitches would’ve been on me regardless

'Cause I saw this when nobody saw this

But I guess that’s all part of the process

But then again man, I don’t know if I can handle it

Tired of subscribing to these dreams, think I should cancel it

Fifty thousand in the club, man thats some Manson shit

Madness, plus alcoholics, man, I got plenty in my fam and shit

So I'll just force myself content, I got a picket fence

I'm grateful for my RAV4, fuck it, forget the Benz

Ain't get the girl I loved, but least she'll stick it to the end

What you gone choose the Rolexes?

Or time with them?