Patrick Star

Wake up motivated cuz I gotta get them racks in,
Get up off my d*ck you wasn’t fuckin with me back then,
You aint tryna win i can tell by your actions, 
Shawty not from here i can by tell her accent,
Just to stack it up i really said f*ck fashion,
Got inside the booth and went harder for my passion,
You was out drinking, i was inside crafting,
I been try to tell you ima star no patrick,



Look around n*gga you done came a long way,
I was really sleeping in them projects back in the day,
Same b*tches use to diss, break their necks to say hey,
Betted on myself and took a risk, i had to have faith,
Off white on my feet watch where you stepping,
No time to complain cuz I’m thankful for the blessing,
No point of rapping if i cant deliver y’all a message,
I give n*ggas hopes with these scriptures like a reverend,
I had family members telling me i won’t be shxt,
Now everybody tryna ride my wave get sea sick,
I told you I would make it this shxt wasn’t a secret,
Remember I couldn’t eat when I ain’t have no pieces,
I was in college broke as f*ck with no support,
Really went through shxt you only hear if I record, 
Had visions you can only see if you was lord,
Real boss n*gga dom perignon is what I pour,


Wake up motivated cuz I gotta get them racks in,
Get up off my d*ck you wasn’t fuckin with me back then,
You aint tryna win i can tell by your actions, 
Shawty not from here i can by tell her accent,
Just to stack it up i really said f*ck fashion,
Got inside the booth and went harder for my passion,
You was out drinking, i was inside crafting,
I been try to tell you ima star no patrick,


You don’t know me but I bet your h*e do 
I give n*ggas food for thought, I serve it like it’s soul food,
Everything I’m doing I manifested like I told you,
Now everybody got their eyes on me like a roku,
I fell in love with this music as a young n*gga,
This shxt like therapy to me this not for fun n*gga,
Sippin on this bel aire, Gary Payton in my lungs n*gga,
Reminiscing on how far I came up n*gga,
I take it as disrespect if you call it luck,
Cuz if you been through what I been through you would’ve given up,
Honestly when my grandma died I felt like given up,
But I knew I was chosen so I couldn’t let it f*ck me up,
I’m talkin through my music hoping that I touch a fan,
If you tryna make it all you really need is a plan,
If you got a homie always showin off flexin bands,
But never show you to run it up he really ain’t your mans,

Wake up motivated cuz I gotta get them racks in,
Get up off my d*ck you wasn’t fuckin with me back then,
You aint tryna win i can tell by your actions, 
Shawty not from here i can by tell her accent,
Just to stack it up i really said f*ck fashion,
Got inside the booth and went harder for my passion,
You was out drinking, i was inside crafting,
I been try to tell you ima star no patrick,