This is a song about "Sleep cal miss wake"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Wake up universe x2

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

So bow down to the miss.

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Wake up in the morning after two days of sleep

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Wake up then i go to sleep. that's life. just stick to the code.

I wake up every morning , anticipating

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing