Woke Up, Pt. 2 (Make Good)

Yo, it's a dirty game and I don't like playin But I'll roll my sleeves up, these is just the times we in The wipers sent rain drops across the glass The snipers purpose is to blast, nigga mine too, yo Shawty acting different lately, something like a different lady I'm just tryna figure out what happened like investigators Fluctuate like elevators, ups and downs Her voice was melodic, how I loved the sound Outta town, different time zones, underneath the same sky Ask me how I do it, I was made fly Beige tie go with the grey fives, at least the way I'm rockin it The coup cruise smooth like a rocket ship Ayo, I woke up, already late, still had to roll up My last few girls ain't read Huey so we broke up I had to hit the booth again, prior to the show stuff The mic was on fire, short wired, then it blew up Stepped out the spot, unscathed, they can't rock how I'm kickin it The message came through like antennas was equipped The beat skipped, I made the earth shift Study like Malcolm in Michaux's, that's how I learned this Yo, take notes and learn this, my words is like nourishment Heat like the furnace is, everything I make good The pieces fit together like a tape should The track was like a map the way I skate through it Real niggas relate to it Furthermore, fuck with pure power like a hoverboard When it's time for action make it happen I discover more Running sore, tryna go faster Centuries of get-back directed at the masters of capital It's a given, spit the actual factuals The syntax natural, device deployed tactical The research was rational, results was spectacular Slank world renowned for the sharpest vernacular, it's like that Once I touch the mic the mode combat Studied all the math to ensure I trek the right path The night lapsed to day, I still heard my music playing in distance Shawty called and said she loved the way I kicked it on that last tape I told her be patient, it really take time to reach greatness My vision been clearer than some LASIK, laser focus Slank the dopest in my genre Always known to make it good when I wanna Yo, I woke up, already late, still had to roll up My last few girls ain't read Fanon so we broke up I had to hit the booth again, prior to the show stuff The mic was on fire, short wired, then it blew up Stepped out the spot, unscathed, they can't rock how I'm kickin it Message came through like antennas was equipped The beat skipped, I made the earth shift, yo Study like Malcolm in Michaux's, that's how I learned this Yo, take notes and learn this, my words is like nourishment Heat like the furnace is, everything I make good The pieces fit together like a tape should The track was like a map the way I skate through it Real niggas relate to it