Sleep (Freestyle)

Swirl my glass thinking about my past
Nigga grew up fast
Looking back I wanna be the dad
That I barely had
Can of gas
We was cutting grass
We ain't have no cash
Bro was mad that I wasn't fast
Sports wasn't my path
Couldn't catch
I was good at chess
Always past my test
Mom was stressed
When I made a mess
Blood all on my chest
Thats what it be
When you come up blessed
But grow up in them streets
I was short and Gay my last name
They thought shit was sweet
Nigga pushed me so I caught him
Yeah I made that nigga leak
Use to fight I never argue
I ain't never like to speak
I was born about that action
I ain't talk till I was three
Had to stand up to these niggas
Wasn't scared to use my feet
Not a victim to the system
They hate niggas we got rhythm
They won't see me in a prism
Yeah Im young but I got wisdom
Im in the pocket
I be composing the sonnets
Nigga take off like a rocket
Cash in my wallet
I do not fuck deposits
I do not fuck with the phonies
Never had too many homies
I do not fuck with just sitting
That's why a nigga so bony
Nigga I been on a mission
I kind of feel like I'm Tony
'Cause a nigga cook heat in the kitchen
I don't why they sleep on me
No
I don't how they sleep on me
And I don't know how that's your wifey
When she be gripping all on me
My girl she built like a pony
White like mahoney
I get the cheese macoroni
I don't play games
Ain't a Sony I'm on and only
Y'all niggas more like a bologna
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I ain't ever gonna back down
They ain't never show me love
But now they wanna have my back now
Remember I have no bucks
But now a nigga got a sack now
Paydae used to be the plug
And now my nigga out the trap now
And now we fin' to do it big
Remember back when we was kids
We always said we would be rich
We always said we would be rich
While they was sleeping on our shit



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Writer(s): Judah Gay
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