Wake up chords by Brice

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Verse 1
Am 
Yo
G 
D, wake the fuck up.
Am 
Come on, man,
let's start without you.
You slept long enough.
C 
It's time to clock in.
G 
Am 
Dm 
Let's get that money, motherfucker.
Bb 
Eb 
You heard me?
Am 
It's the return 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 
Am 
in  the music cause I own it.
Phone your mother,
go on and tell her it's here

Verse 2

The most anticipated album y

'all gon' hate this year

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Verse 3

Fear not, cause I know the

motivation behind it

Verse 4

Got em choked up,

somebody come and give em a hinder

Verse 5

Cause I'm the type to give a

pat on the back

Verse 6

And be like, hey,

it ain't your fault that you're wack

Verse 7

Sit back and learn from a pro, come on

Verse 8

I'm about to start the show,

so relax and try and go with the flow

Verse 9

I know I get on your nerves,

but naturally it occurs

Verse 10
Am 
I can't help it,
like the bees and the birds,
it's gon' do what it do.
I made this music for you,
Dm 
Am 
and y 'all know who you listenin' to,
and I got this.
C 
Yeah!
F 
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about,
B.
Bb 
Put you down for all them haters.
Am 
Dm 
What I wanna know is why everybody
Am 
talkin' shit about the kids.
Don't your motherfuckers know?
Bb 
Well, show them motherfuckers,
Am 
or at least explain to me,
Dm 
Bb 
why they be hatin' on
Eb 
you motherfuckers much.
Am 
I said 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!
C 
F 
Did he say he married a gay?
Bb 
And that's y 'all motherfuckin' haters
Am 
tryin' to catch the bouquet?
Dm 
That's right,
F 
Dm 
Am 
Dm 
y know what hip -hop is?
Am 
Bb 
He told y 'all in the last one
This shit is a classic
Dm 
Bb 
Eb 
That's right, eat a dick, motherfuckers!
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
Dm 
Cause that's all the more reason
Am 
for the heathen to strike
The most hated, the most loved
I came back just to tear shit up
C 
Without further ado
Am 
May I present the greatest
rapper that you love to hate
I represent
Komo
C 
What up people, your boy
F 
Bryce is back
Bb 
Am 
Still holding shit down, crown is still intact
Y know what it is,
Am 
I'm feeling real good right now
Bb 
Just woke up, got my little stretch on
We about to work this thing out
Dm 
Bb 
Eb 
Come on, let's go
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