Power Nap

Sleep tight Don't let the bed bugs bite Night night, nigga Yeah, it's the Jackson Extendo full of sleeping pills, it's similar to Seroquel Still look like a sway bar, got a big AR with the Ferris wheel Wake your whole hood up, let that Drac' sing you a lullaby Man of few words, I know you heard I'm short cut and dry Rock you straight to sleep, make you think that we was in cahoots He think it's off the floor, but they gon' know soon as we smoke his boots They tweeting posting get some rest, need to get out the streets I end up just like 'em, spend the rest of your life countin' sheep God appointed me the shepherd, top of the mountain peak If I should die before I wake, now lay me down to sleep Left that nigga sound asleep, they marked him up a tardy Six sleeping bags on the grass, it's a slumber party Long live my brother Marty, I kept shit moving on But on some real shit, I ain't really slept since you been gone Hunnid racks, racks in a trash bag look like I'm raking leaves Brick is sleeping beauty, plug half black and Lebanese Leaning off this six and 'Tris, I'm finna catch some Z's Only thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-D's Let my brother, I'm gon' sleep gnarly for them extra G's Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise Sand man, thousand pints in we be selling sleep Lemon lime, bittersweet taste like a Sour Patch Nodded out, tryna catch a wink, took me a power nap Get put under anesthesia, nigga, for sleeping on me Get put in a permanent sleeper just for speaking on me Think she know me, she had no idea I was a fuckin' creature She asked me why do I drink lean but having trouble sleeping It ain't no thing to let 'em hang, hate to rub it in Nigga play with blocks and that's on gang, we gon' tuck 'em in Pocket dialed his grandma, left a voicemail message Giving niggas eternal sleep, make sure they're well rested Start clippin' its four feezy I miss the old Peachy, RIP to Sleepy Kodeine When I turned fifteen the last time that I cried tears We went from childhood dreams to federal nightmares Dozed off in the coupe, off of four and Maple Cut so polluted should've came with a warning label Woke up still smacked to a half-empty Faygo And ten empty bottles of cough syrup on the table Leaning off this six and 'Tris, I'm finna catch some Z's Only thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-D's Let my brother, I'm gon' sleep gnarly for them extra G's Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise Sand man, thousand pints in we be selling sleep Lemon lime, bittersweet taste like a Sour Patch Nodded out, tryna catch a wink, took me a power nap (I- go to sleep) (And know you'll wake me in the morning) (With a song you wrote for me)