Sleeptime

Lyrics

Aye My pay turned into fake face Blood stained they carpets, sweep under then hide the whole fuckin' case The worlds a better place without'cha name I ain't been the first to think of blowin' out my fuckin' brains You ain't special to me, I keep it that way You gonna pop six Bs? Bitch better stay awake Head bangin', the chain lockin' my bare face To keep space from yo' hoe headass pace Fam always got somethin' to say If better or worse, bitch I got plenty on the way If they want the cash then just say And I'll spit it right back into their fuckin' face Mans gon' drop that [?] I never gon' call that Mans try to be me, too bad Mans gon' drop that [?] I never gon' call that Mans try to be me, too bad Tryna be sad for [?] twenties and face pass Mom and pops been havin' screamin' match Till the emotions compact The whole world collapse [Mans tryna be me] Now you spendin' six more years just tryna make it back Skip to the shit bitch, I know you finna flip Skip to the shit bitch, I know you finna flip Skip to the shit bitch, I know you finna flip Skip to the shit, yuh How she run it back, cause me heart attack Only dose I have, darling have me crash I'm not havin' that, life got back to back Life go back to fast, life go back to fast Actin' like I'm free, motherfucker who you speakin' on? I should know to speak, yeah, [?] single fucker tell me, yuh Actin' like I'm free, motherfucker who you speakin' on? I should know to speak, yeah, [?] single fucker tell me, yuh Same shit, same shit, yuh No post might fit yuh No ice, no clip, yuh Know where I sit, yuh Hate me, then pick, yuh Hate where I pick up Just like you said, huh? Just like you, yuh, yuh They gonna act so oblivious I think shits ridiculous, everyone is wanna be villainous I don't believe your experience, I think this shit is hilarious 'Til these fuckers act mysterious I know they don't take me serious Bitch want smoke but ain't clearin' it (I know they don't, I know they don't) Bitch want smoke but ain't clearin' it My blood been on my hands but I ain't speakin' on that, period Thanks for the drive by High life look nice 'til yo' idles hangin' from the lime light Your mental fucked tryna pass time Tryna, tryna paint a night life I don't think you ever wanna feel right Mans gon' drop that [?] I never gon' call that Mans try to be me, too bad Mans gon' drop that [?] I never gon' call that Mans try to be me, too bad