I’ont Sleep

Lyrics

[Intro] Crackhouse Think I'm one of them type of ho ass niggas go to sleep or somethin' man? (Think I'm one of them?) I'm a motherfuckin' G man I live inside the crack house, literally nigga, with a m on me [Verse] Got so high last night, shit I think I woke up one Mars Tweak out and forget what I just did like I'm on bars All my niggas drivin' foreigns, we could switch out cars Without niggas puttin' they pape' behind me, I became a star Niggas got so much to say, but sittin' in they car Or sittin' on the couch, ain't even got nowhere to start I could show these boys some shit for sure, I heard they hard Like how I got all these dеals and all these titles, touchin' charts I got two bow's of еverything in here, it's Noah's ark You gon' get it if it's meant for you, just play yo' part If I ain't come to the hood the way I do, this shit'd be dead When bitches say the got a gift for me, should be head Ain't even got a reason to hate on me, must be bread If you really from the pad, you should be glad for me instead That's why I'm glad I ain't got problems with nobody 'cause I'll say it Niggas ain't gon' hatch or quack at all, rotten egg Ayy, niggas go in Amiri to buy the hats, I'm buyin' pants Niggas buyin' shit to keep up with me, I been buyin' land Bookin' fee a dub, and every week I'm flyin' in We don't get to do it often, bitch let's dine in Niggas wanna get the MCD stuff, they buyin' in Wish I could push the action through a app, like "Sign in" I do got action on the 'Gram, but I don't think that's where I'm big Them ain't twenty a month, I can't even see how he live I'ma drop a six inside a deuce this time, ain't got no fizz She the type of bitch I fuck with, ain't got no kids I'm drinkin' syrup and stackin' tokens, restore my focus This not a race in no way, shape, or form, but I'm the closest Show these niggas what rich like for real, I'm buying Ghosts Bitches only get one night with me, I'm signing Trojans Check out how my life rollin', that describe motion Niggas think I might be playin' this shit, but I ain't jokin' Fell to her knees to get my whistle clean, she not proposin' I never question why I'm doin' good, just say "I'm chosen" I'm sick, I had to leave my chick in Texas, not the Golden A hundred something shots at gettin' rich, you see me loaded We hit him with the nickname, origami how he folded These bitches thick as mashed potatoes too, I left her loaded Type of nigga, let her do her dirt, don't expose her Type of nigga, never leave my hood 'cause I controlled it Might get a chance at bein' a rap star 'cause all my shows lit Niggas still ain't show shit, but quick to be on bold shit [Intro] Nah forreal Niggas still ain't show shit, but too quick to be on bold shit