Wake - Joe Budden

New Joe Budden!

Good afternoon everyone.

I’m Kenny Powers.

If you’re here and you’re someone

Shane cared about, or someone Shane loved.

Or maybe you’re just somebody who

has no business being here at all who’s just here because you think it’s gonna

make you more popular.

You know, Shane and I used to fuck around big time.

We fuckin' partied hard.

We’d ride our vehicles around.

Slay ass

My condolences, my condolences

Whole family in mourning send my condolences

My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him

Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters

She losin' focus shit

Don’t send a text, I don’t care y’all mad

Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y’all at?

For real, I’m calling Stunna

Cause all Summer 16, ain’t heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer

Awareness is high, say attention I’m seeking

Since I’m reaching, it’s offensive they’re convinced I’m a demon

Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason

Killing you is expected of me, I don’t win an achievement

Somebody pinch me I’m dreaming, take this mental reprievement

Since I know the nigga, I know this ain’t the man that I’m seein'

I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won’t pull a hammer out

Wasn’t you at Hov’s show scared to pull the camera out?

I’m seeing habits switch, magic tricks

You froggy behind that Apple fix

The passiveness in your manner I might react to it

Automatic shit

Ratchet kids at your crib that can’t even spell Calabasas bitch

So I take all the guns, load half the clips

I just notice you run, we mention half the Clipse

I’ll save that for another time I’ll get back to it

I’m kinda shocked to look at what we’ve advanced to

Knew it’d get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through

Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you

I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle

You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right?

I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt

Introspection means dig deep, let’s look below the wealth

I wanna know myself

How you tell bitches know they self

When you don’t even know yourself?

You wouldn’t know yourself

Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian

Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in

I think you rap good, but you a movie star

So that owl’s appropriate, we don’t know who you are

Where did the boy’s brain change?

Was it the club scene?

Now you sound like you use people and love things

But later for how you use people and love things

The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king

That record contract, leaves a lot to exam

Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram

That’s too much baking soda, good thing my break is over

They thinking cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up

Or maybe they just woke up

You leverage your celeb, taking waves over

That’s territorial takeover

Maybe he thinks nobody notices

Gucci wasn’t home two seconds before you rode his dick

Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole

Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo

Was that your plot all along?

Why you ain’t do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song?

No really, we want a Party album

But you keep stealing all of Party’s album

To go and put it on your party album

It’s plenty reason to slay you

Kept going up Tuesday’s and now The Weeknd just hates you

Are you lifeless?

Sound like a zombie on the track

Remember «Started From the Bottom,» it was Zombie on the Track

Know who else started from the bottom?

Zombie on the Track

How come after that joint I don’t see Zombie on a track?

I’m from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back

Be alarmed the real is finally back

Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now

Battery in him, let’s see if he get charged up now

I’m wake

I’m wake

We at the wake

Who’s Goose and who’s Tom Cruise?

Well now that Shane is dead I guess we know who is Goose.

Shane is Goose.

Cause in that motion picture, Goose dies, so Shane is dead so he would be

Goose