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No sleep
by Jaycee.otr
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I told them do not sleep on me I'm coming for the belly man needs to eat
And I've been in the rain man has seen the sleet hustle in the snow man has seen the heat
My brother used hes to go and clean the streets He never looked back once since he's seen the p's
Ten toes down he was feeding fiends Now he's sitting on the wing and man just eating beans
The way your heart beats when you're in them stations Fuck the judge trials and the regulations
Most times I ain't even read their statements Need to let me out I ain't got no patience
It's back to these papers, bred over pagans Do this for myself not for their entertainment
I remember calling up the plug for arrangements The way I flipped grub he was left in amazement
One, two, five I was zinging on pavements Grinding so hard I was attracting these haters
Flying so fast see the look on their faces Boy don't trip you better do up your laces
I've been rapping ten years or more so music's in my heart see it rip through my torso
Pain on a beat they're telling me they want more flows I say I want more cash to pack out my wardrobe
They're calling me out but didn't want war though Bun em to the roach do you really want more smoke
Do this for a joke or you rapping for sure bro Pay it no mind I'm just tryna get more doe
Give it a rest please I got the best G's Got this whole game figured out you're the chess piece
Get yourself checked mate before you address me Not in the best mood it's best you don't test me
They're all catting my adlibs Came a long way from sleeping on mattress
Made our own lane now I'm paying my taxes So fuck the tax man you cannot tax this
This is my free speech put it on these streets Put it on them man who the fuck are these neeks
Comfy round ere you ain't got no G's please Taking a bitch home making her knees weak
Making ya girl flirt is that why you felt hurt Before she see the way I looked attracted by smell first
See her from afar clutching on a Chanel purse Giving me the side eye bet you ain't felt worse
I'm only joking that is a joke I got a girl back home and she roasting
Hit her three times from the back then I'm ghosting Man it's just coasting I'm just living my life I ain't boasting
I told them do not sleep on me I'm coming for the belly man needs to eat
And I've been in the rain man has seen the sleet hustle in the snow man has seen the heat
My brother used hes to go and clean the streets He never looked back once since he's seen the p's
Ten toes down he was feeding fiends Now he's sitting on the wing and man just eating beans
The way your heart beats when you're in them stations Fuck the judge trials and the regulations
Most times I ain't even read their statements Need to let me out I ain't got no patience
It's back to these papers, bred over pagans Do this for myself not for their entertainment
I remember calling up the plug for arrangements The way I flipped grub he was left in amazement
One, two, five I was zinging on pavements Grinding so hard I was attracting these haters
Flying so fast see the look on their faces Boy don't trip you better do up your laces
I've been rapping ten years or more so music's in my heart see it rip through my torso
Pain on a beat they're telling me they want more flows I say I want more cash to pack out my wardrobe
They're calling me out but didn't want war though Bun em to the roach do you really want more smoke
Do this for a joke or you rapping for sure bro Pay it no mind I'm just tryna get more doe
Give it a rest please I got the best G's Got this whole game figured out you're the chess piece
Get yourself checked mate before you address me Not in the best mood it's best you don't test me
They're all catting my adlibs Came a long way from sleeping on mattress
Made our own lane now I'm paying my taxes So fuck the tax man you cannot tax this
This is my free speech put it on these streets Put it on them man who the fuck are these neeks
Comfy round ere you ain't got no G's please Taking a bitch home making her knees weak
Making ya girl flirt is that why you felt hurt Before she see the way I looked attracted by smell first
See her from afar clutching on a Chanel purse Giving me the side eye bet you ain't felt worse
I'm only joking that is a joke I got a girl back home and she roasting
Hit her three times from the back then I'm ghosting Man it's just coasting I'm just living my life I ain't boasting
