Sleep Wallkin’

Lyrics

ATm Verse 1: This Boss Life ain't a gift. This some shit that I earned Reflecting over my blessing watching the tables turn I was a Lil nigga. Now im big shit Bad bitch .. Half a zip.. hella bongs rips European tours, room service, sandy shores Don't mind spending money. im planning on making more Hustler mentality, Go getter reality Used to killing haters.. Causing casualties casually Ripping mic with a vengeance . in the house like a tenant Living like pharaoh .. herringbone Egyptian linen Look how far I came from packs of ramen noodles Chasing classy women I say bye. they say toodles I never thought ...it.. would be.. like this Accomplishing accomplishments scratching it off my list Damn momma I made .. on the route to being famous Call this music my mule and my 40 acres Chorus: How can i ever see the light if i dont ever see the dark.... My dreams looking so real that i can't tell them apart ATm Verse 2: A young nigga from the south side of the chi I had to leave the nest in order for me to fly! Its my time and I know it fuck all my opponents Finna cop a range with compartments and components I know I'm Gon make it ain't no hoping finally getting Noticed No more doors with the final Notice. No vermin, no rats or roaches Shit. Maybe we should toast to this Damn it feel good I waited o so long for this And it's here… o and its finally here After some change of self. I had to Look in the mirror The Rear view. Haters I can't hear you House up on hill im enjoying the clear view So is yo main thang When she with me she don't complain She said you really love her... Damn what a shame Don't hate the player... my nigga you should hate the game Now my life and my dreams are one in the same Chorus: I can i ever see the light if i dont ever see the dark.... My dreams looking so real that i can't tell them apart Tabi Bonney: Sleep walking in the parking lot I be pumping Burt Bacharach I be taking all taking all types of shots Half court flow like Whop All net Corvette Sting ray Tabi Bonney I'm accustomed to killin shit My Arsonal is infinite I came up off the hustle These money bags need all muscle Flexing like And off tonight Imagine when I'm on young Kick game is just awesome Pick up when that call come Ring ring hello hello Money on the line all the time Like double y's on the clothes line Extra wet hanging out It all started on them tape cassettes Moonwalk when I sleepwalk Taste too expensive for your cheap talk Bodying all types of shit with ATM we need chalk Keep my dough in a deep vault The dream is real just like we thought Popping up with Faberge's like young look what we got Banging out with these goals of mine These girls I know keep a open mind Got another call coming in Yep Hold the line