No Sleep Freestyle
Here we go again
I see the starlight
I been up for forty nights Im feeling alright
Days off only see it when it paid off
Get to the bag and these debts I gotta pay off
I'm pissed off nigga
Dirty money get it rinsed it off nigga
I'm dodging the foes
I'm leaving the beef in the freezer
I stay on my toes I'm plotting on counting the figures
They ringing the phone
Can't reach him they cannot believe it
Uh yeah
I'm broken I'm praying to Jesus
I'm hoping I never relapse
She topping me off
I'm stressed and I need to relax
I'm locking the doors the demons they tryna' react
Yeah
Who you with
Who you is
What you did
I got like twenty grams bag it up mama crib
Who knew
I ain't even had to tell nobody
Gotta get these sales off
I do it like I'm plugged with Nike
Gotta get these deals off
I'm hoping I could feed the family
Back to the cake I'm tryna' get the brownies
Back to the race I'm tryna' beat the finals
Back to the lake the diamonds dance around us
Back to reason
Back to the cause that you had to go with treason
I cut you off like the branches on the trees dem'
I take a loss and I'm bouncing back like rebounds
Yeah
And I'm dead serious
Can't you see I'm out for blood its like a period
And these bitches on my nuts
Cause they can't hang with us
And I'm from a different cloth you can't compare it
Yeah
Pockets like Terrio yeah
Its time to eat I want them dinner rolls
We keep it moving I need numbers
Like a scoreboard
I see the starlight
I been up for forty nights Im feeling alright
Days off only see it when it paid off
Get to the bag and these debts I gotta pay off
I'm pissed off nigga
Dirty money get it rinsed it off nigga
I'm dodging the foes
I'm leaving the beef in the freezer
I stay on my toes I'm plotting on counting the figures
They ringing the phone
Can't reach him they cannot believe it
Uh yeah
I'm broken I'm praying to Jesus
I'm hoping I never relapse
She topping me off
I'm stressed and I need to relax
I'm locking the doors the demons they tryna' react
Yeah
Who you with
Who you is
What you did
I got like twenty grams bag it up mama crib
Who knew
I ain't even had to tell nobody
Gotta get these sales off
I do it like I'm plugged with Nike
Gotta get these deals off
I'm hoping I could feed the family
Back to the cake I'm tryna' get the brownies
Back to the race I'm tryna' beat the finals
Back to the lake the diamonds dance around us
Back to reason
Back to the cause that you had to go with treason
I cut you off like the branches on the trees dem'
I take a loss and I'm bouncing back like rebounds
Yeah
And I'm dead serious
Can't you see I'm out for blood its like a period
And these bitches on my nuts
Cause they can't hang with us
And I'm from a different cloth you can't compare it
Yeah
Pockets like Terrio yeah
Its time to eat I want them dinner rolls
We keep it moving I need numbers
Like a scoreboard
Credits
Writer(s): Shakka Bledman
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