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conversations.value: Write me a song called Wake Up with the following description: “Wake Up” is an unreleased collaboration between French Montana, Post Malone and Kodak Black. The track is thought to have been recorded in 2018, however, it never saw an official release. It leaked online on February 21, 2020.
  As is typical with many leaks, the song is unfinished. Post Malone can be heard mumbling in certain areas of the track as he attempts to lay down a rough idea for the lyrics. Post’s voice notably sounds hoarse, similar to “Sunflower.” It’s likely that this track was recorded around the same time before his voice had fully recovered. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: French Montana]
  Hell-to-the-nah
  Ooh-ooh-ooh
  Montana, ooh
  [Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
  I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo)
  Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top)
  And I hope that love never stop (Stop, 
  Sledgren
  )
  Nah, nah, nah (Woo)
  We twisted, I'm heated (Hah)
  I question my freedom (Woo)
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah)
  [Chorus: Post Malone, 
  French Montana
  ]
  Yeah, we fuckin’, fuckin' right (
  Hah
  )
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (
  Hah
  )
  But you gon' make me me feel alright (
  Agh
  )
  And you gon’ make me feel just fine (
  Woo
  )
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon' make me feel alright
  And you gon' make me feel just fine, just fine
  [Verse 1: Kodak Black]
  Ever since I was a baby, I ain't learn my lesson
  I don't care 'bout what they thinkin’, I’ma keep steppin'
  I jumped out my momma womb a convicted felon
  Now that boy a livin’ legend
  Every chance I get, I'll let you know that I'ma kill you on purpose
  I done made it from the worstses, the worstses
  Project baby, livin' suburban
  Watchin’ out for the snakes, watchin' the serpents
  I'm watchin' my back, gotta be nervous
  Kodak, don't you body these niggas, body these verses
  I done made it out that fire like it's magic
  If you ain't with me, I don't wanna see you happy
  Every time I show my love, they take advantage
  I'm so tired of people takin' me for granted
  I don't do it for myself, it's for my fam, yeah
  Drop a Molly in my drink, it tastes like candy [Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
  I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo)
  Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top)
  And I hope that love never stop (Stop, 
  Sledgren
  )
  Nah, nah, nah (Woo)
  We twisted, I'm heated (Hah)
  I question my freedom (Woo)
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah)
  [Chorus: Post Malone, 
  French Montana
  ]
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right (
  Hah
  )
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (
  Hah
  )
  But you gon' make me feel alright (
  Agh
  )
  And you gon' make me feel just fine (
  Woo
  )
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon' make me feel alright
  And you gon' make me feel just fine
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right
  [Verse 2: French Montana]
  They wanna catch it on me, I'm yellin', "No"
  I'm yellin' "Hell-to-the-nah"
  Ten bitches, firin' up the [?]
  Word up, [?] caught up in the Five-O
  From the bottom, now I take that top off
  Hit you off the stage and make it sound like pyro
  Where I'm from, they wanna kill you when your face is smilin'
  Nothin' but broken hood dreams, cracks and [?]
  I know you see us in the front, but we started from the back though
  Hunnid Jubilinsky was the Cuba like I'm Castro
  Hit up all the Cubans, yeah, they laundromat that cash flow
  Stopped us through the front, but we slid up through that back door
  Ooh, Hell-to-the-nah
  And I be grindin', never sleep to keep me dripped down to my feet
  And keep a hunnid on my sleeve
  And keep a hunnid with my people
  Hope no bitches ever come betweeen us
  You ain't never heard nothin' triller, then you never seen us
  Baddest bitches bend it from the bottom, climbed it over
  Flipped them ones and flipped it over
  Tryna stop us, that's no, Hell-to-the-nah [Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
  I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo)
  Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top)
  And I hope that love never stop (Stop, 
  Sledgren
  )
  Nah, nah, nah (Woo)
  We twisted, I'm heated (Hah)
  I question my freedom (Woo)
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah)
  [Chorus: Post Malone, 
  French Montana
  ]
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right (
  Hah
  )
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (
  Hah
  )
  But you gon' make me feel alright (
  Agh
  )
  And you gon' make me feel just fine (
  Woo
  )
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon' make me feel alright
  And you gon' make me feel just fine
  Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right
  [Outro: French Montana, 
  Post Malone
  ]
  (
  Twist it, couldn't believe it
  )
  Aw, nah, nah
  (
  Give it, go freeze it
  )
  [?] if you get that [?], or nah-nah
  (
  My wrist on freeze, yeah
  )
  That [?] or nah-nah
  (
  Let go of me, yeah
  )
  I love a bad black ting, love a bad brown ting
  (
  Twist it, couldn't believe it
  )
  Love a bad white ting, love a bad 'Rican ting
  (
  Give it, go freeze it
  )
  Like, "Ay, mommy, you on your way back?"
  (
  My wrist on freeze, yeah
  )
  Yes, yes on me
  (
  Let go of me, yeah
  )
  Got nothin' from me, fire
  (
  Twist it, couldn't believe it
  )
  (
  Give it, go freeze it
  )
  (
  My wrist on freeze, yeah
  )
  (
  Let go of me, yeah
  )