Sleep For Dinner

Lyrics

[Intro: Cherp] What up, Fresh? Yeah It's Cherp, nigga! Who else? [Verse 1: Cherp] Got love for the victim but respect the shooter You should stay up outta traffic if you can't maneuver Dude started out clappin' now they the users Schooled by them O-Gs, now I'm the tutor I ain't no wrestler so when I got a grip to slam you, closed casket so nobody else can look at 'em Forty in my handbrush, nigga, I'm a fuckin' menance So keep actin' bad and get your seed ended No yellow tape just move with caution Like a kick to the stomach, Stunnin', I'm Steve Austin Don't get it twisted like you do contortion I'm in the newest Porches Backpack should be signed to Ronkers Played them corners from Carolina to V-C, scorin' Get your shit shut down, nigga, I'm Josh Norman Break you down to a fraction, it's mathmatic Pay me or late sleep, nigga, I'm Craftmatic I ain't worried 'bout who frontin', nigga, it's the backstabbers So break bread or get your shit sandwiched, nigga [Break: Cherp & Fred The Godson] Br-br-break bread or get your shit sandwiched (yeah), nigga If you never had sleep for dinner (right), I don't feel you-I don't feel you (Nigga, I don't feel you) Hey, yo, Cherp, tell them niggas up top, I know I'm ready If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you Huh? Okay, clear it out though (Nigga, I might kill you) It's goin' down! [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] Hand full of hallows I'm dancin' with the desert like walkin' with Sandman at the Apollo They could shot at a cow but as far as I know, I missed my shooter like Dwight Howard with the follow Told Spark and hit a flatline like new whips in close parkin', I'm in the post, pardon Now your girl stressed 'caues of her baby like postpartum He Kylie Jenner soft, why think that I won't rob 'em? I hit Cherp on the chirp Still use the Nextel to move the work For the record, the [?] we gotta work merc The prosecutors, they called it the red alert We grind it to the gristle Music is secondary, that's why we rhymin' with a pistol Had stress for lunch, sleep for dinner You in the streets with a winner Godson [Outro: Cherp] If you never had sleep for dinner, I don't feel you-I don't feel you (nigga, I don't feel you) If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you (Nigga, I might kill you) (Nigga, I might kill you)