Wake Up Supa Songtext
von D Smoke

Every hood youngster got a dream
Dream on like a martyr
They gotta make it through the nightmare
Dream on ′til the morning

Love songs
Love songs
Life songs and love songs
Love songs
Life songs and love songs

Love songs
Life songs and love songs
Love songs

They never told me that I had so much to learn here
Like, "Boy, keep livin', there are things hard work can′t earn here"
Hot turkey roasted on flame, I flip 'em the bird here

Screw them niggas royally, leave 'em all in they urns
Here′s flames if you don′t fuck with me


You did me wrong, now you wish you had better luck with me
If I tell you I love you, I swear you stuck with me
Showered in blessings with niggas who dug through mud with me
Thank you for puttin' trust in me, I
See how my family struggle with addiction
But if I paint it black and white, you wouldn′t get the picture
Got wisdom, still ain't actin′ right

Subject to the appetite of the flesh
But when correction come, we hardly listen
But when connection come, we shine and glisten
Pray for protection, runnin' wild on missions

Give ′em that gas, better check my emissions
A Inglewood nigga that's still good in the ozone

And that's a L.A. reference

Live and die by respect, them L.A. lessons

Where niggas situated on them blocks like Tetris

Aware of my surroundings at the stoplight
Niggas was tryna stop life for me, I ran through red light
Hectic

And that′s a true story on Prairie and Manchester
Was barely a man, but Heaven got her hands on me

I never gangbang or shot at my enemies
But I handle my friendlies, they know Smokey got hands, homie


What does it matter?
When grown-ass kids would rather splatter
Your intuition all on dashboard, create a pattern
But in this game of life, I′m lookin' like created player
Neo dodgin′ bullets, homie, see you later
Underground digital, he original, mixed with a risen savior
How can I weigh in when pain is major?
How can I stay in when on the outside, they step off the porch?
You could love your family and love your neighbor
That's word to Terrace Martin on Slauson and me on CMT

Wanna put love in the air like BMB
Back when my cousin Mike Kia from CMG
Tagged her name in the door of my grandma house like TNT
It would go up
All fun and games ′til the haters would show up
One of us in the way, lights fade like a low cut
It's too much to soak up, we grew up on SpongeBob

We′ll grab a stick, pick up our britches like, "En garde"
How playful nature plus mistakes lead to gun charge?
One day, a mother lost her baby in front yard
She was only playin', but that stray
Bullet hit one heart and broke many

Crazy how tragedy take the wind out the whole city

And she was so pretty

But with the hope of glory
Know the story don't end on this side, we got the whole Spirit

If I die, then I die
If I live, then I rise
If I′m here, then I′m there
And if I'm here, then I′m tryin'
Nigga, long as I′m on this side
We won't ever give up, nah-nah
On some more emotion, big time
Ain′t nothin' better than us, nah-nah
Still on the frontline
Nah-nah, nah-nah

Wake up, Super