Sleepless Nights (feat. Whiteface)
If Var say he need it I got him yeah cause that's the fam
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
No madusa choppa turn you to stone
Five guys cook him up on the stove
It's winter time need a Loui V Coat
Drippin in white so you think I'm a ghost
I'm wetting the ops so you might need a boat
We crunch lil niggas you knew you was toast
23 in red so I feel like the GOAT
Loui get praised so he feel like the pope
Bitch I Was born to get rich can you tell?
Getting big bucks like my name Tony snell
Always been gifted it's time to excel
Boondocks grandad you get hit with a belt
They hate on me now cause my drip ain't for sale
I'm moving in packs like I play for the rams
I don't need no help I feel like I'm the man
They think I'm a blood cause I'm dressed in all red
If Var say he need it I got him yeah cause that's the fam
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would the fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
If Var say he need it I got him yeah cause that's the fam
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would the fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
No madusa choppa turn you to stone
Five guys cook him up on the stove
It's winter time need a Loui V Coat
Drippin in white so you think I'm a ghost
I'm wetting the ops so you might need a boat
We crunch lil niggas you knew you was toast
23 in red so I feel like the GOAT
Loui get praised so he feel like the pope
Bitch I Was born to get rich can you tell?
Getting big bucks like my name Tony snell
Always been gifted it's time to excel
Boondocks grandad you get hit with a belt
They hate on me now cause my drip ain't for sale
I'm moving in packs like I play for the rams
I don't need no help I feel like I'm the man
They think I'm a blood cause I'm dressed in all red
If Var say he need it I got him yeah cause that's the fam
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would the fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
If Var say he need it I got him yeah cause that's the fam
Lost my mom I still miss her but all good things come to a end
When you die they gone praise you and try to act like they yo friend
These days they just kill us I swear these cops don't give a damn
She don't want me for nothing she just want likes up on the gram
She don't care bout me and she ain't worried bout who I am
Where would the fake ones be if I was locked up in a cell
We brothas for the rest and we gone make a money trail
Credits
Writer(s): Marcives Grayson
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