Insomnia
Dripped in vanity, we so dripped in vanity
All my dawgs got vanity
We so dripped in vanity
Uh, I don't get no sleep (woah)
Insomnia back on my ass
They want a copy of targets on back
I'm back in the lobby they don't want me at
All this hypocrisy blocking my path
You just be talking boy drop where you at
He dropping these tapes they flopping so bad
Got 13 reasons to be in the back, yeah stay there
Flow so clear no skin care
These hoes know I been rare
I was down bad I been there
But I came up when I seen shit ain't fair
That's 3-D shit no IMAX
Look for myself then I usher, climax
8701 where you find that
You can still peep shit from syntax
She wanna fuck on contact, still be on that
Sign this shit no contract
I can't go beyond that, duck these hoes
I hit and delete they contact
A beast when I'm off of that Cognac
I'm popping this shit like prozac
Look my way, where the pros at
Versace, Versace, this bitch is a throwback
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Versace, Versace, this bitch is a throwback
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm snapping, I'm snapping on bitches no kodak
Yeah
Yeah, came in the game with a stain on my forces
Scarred up nigga, see the knife by the forceps
All this shit did it all for some Porsches
Hang in the hall, tell them all that I'm cordless
If we don't even talk on the phone what you call this, don't call this
All my dawgs got vanity
We so dripped in vanity
Uh, I don't get no sleep (woah)
Insomnia back on my ass
They want a copy of targets on back
I'm back in the lobby they don't want me at
All this hypocrisy blocking my path
You just be talking boy drop where you at
He dropping these tapes they flopping so bad
Got 13 reasons to be in the back, yeah stay there
Flow so clear no skin care
These hoes know I been rare
I was down bad I been there
But I came up when I seen shit ain't fair
That's 3-D shit no IMAX
Look for myself then I usher, climax
8701 where you find that
You can still peep shit from syntax
She wanna fuck on contact, still be on that
Sign this shit no contract
I can't go beyond that, duck these hoes
I hit and delete they contact
A beast when I'm off of that Cognac
I'm popping this shit like prozac
Look my way, where the pros at
Versace, Versace, this bitch is a throwback
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Versace, Versace, this bitch is a throwback
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm snapping, I'm snapping on bitches no kodak
Yeah
Yeah, came in the game with a stain on my forces
Scarred up nigga, see the knife by the forceps
All this shit did it all for some Porsches
Hang in the hall, tell them all that I'm cordless
If we don't even talk on the phone what you call this, don't call this
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Writer(s): Michael Forrest
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