Lost Sleep
She like the way I talk, the way I smell, I guess she like my accent
She claim that it's all good but I think she come with baggage, yea
I found out that he died, I was tryna get my baggage
Uncle Spike know 'ion smoke but I'm gon' keep his ashes
I think all the quiet real niggas end up rappin'
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like
Have you ever lost sleep 'bout a court date, that ain't even yours
I'm just tryna get the fuckin house with the marble floors
And get my niggas out the city cause nobody showed us
How the fuck we 'posed to make it in this motherfuckin' world
We growin' up, they tell us, "you should never trust a girl"
But that's kinda funny cause a girl brought us in this world
Bro you can trust your momma, but don't never trust a hoe
Cause if you grindin', but no paper come, then her ass gon' fold
I know these niggas would be happy, to just see me broke
But that's they fuckin' problem now, I swear we got a different soul
I wanna see you rich and rockin' all them fancy clothes
Rockin' all them fancy diamonds, fuckin' all these niggas hoes
But you would rather see me dead or prolly dead broke
So I just stay down, and pray to God ion' lose my focus
Do some magic with the money, make it hocus pocus
Once it touch that one account, I swear that shit don't come back open
Damn, huh
And I just killed that shit
But I never killed no nigga, but I'm still gon' load that clip
Cause niggas bitches, they be killin' over stupid shit
But they opps is still alive, I swear that shit don't make no sense
But ion' bother with it if that shit don't make no cents
Cause I'm on a Paper Chase just like I was that nigga Slim
It's sad to say, when niggas ballin', they try hide the rim
And don't forget, sometimes you take a L just to get them M's
She like the way I talk, the way I smell, I guess she like my accent
She claim that it's all good but I think she come with baggage, yea
I found out that he died, I was tryna get my baggage
Uncle Spike know 'ion smoke but I'm gon' keep his ashes
I think all the quiet real niggas end up rappin'
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like
She claim that it's all good but I think she come with baggage, yea
I found out that he died, I was tryna get my baggage
Uncle Spike know 'ion smoke but I'm gon' keep his ashes
I think all the quiet real niggas end up rappin'
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like
Have you ever lost sleep 'bout a court date, that ain't even yours
I'm just tryna get the fuckin house with the marble floors
And get my niggas out the city cause nobody showed us
How the fuck we 'posed to make it in this motherfuckin' world
We growin' up, they tell us, "you should never trust a girl"
But that's kinda funny cause a girl brought us in this world
Bro you can trust your momma, but don't never trust a hoe
Cause if you grindin', but no paper come, then her ass gon' fold
I know these niggas would be happy, to just see me broke
But that's they fuckin' problem now, I swear we got a different soul
I wanna see you rich and rockin' all them fancy clothes
Rockin' all them fancy diamonds, fuckin' all these niggas hoes
But you would rather see me dead or prolly dead broke
So I just stay down, and pray to God ion' lose my focus
Do some magic with the money, make it hocus pocus
Once it touch that one account, I swear that shit don't come back open
Damn, huh
And I just killed that shit
But I never killed no nigga, but I'm still gon' load that clip
Cause niggas bitches, they be killin' over stupid shit
But they opps is still alive, I swear that shit don't make no sense
But ion' bother with it if that shit don't make no cents
Cause I'm on a Paper Chase just like I was that nigga Slim
It's sad to say, when niggas ballin', they try hide the rim
And don't forget, sometimes you take a L just to get them M's
She like the way I talk, the way I smell, I guess she like my accent
She claim that it's all good but I think she come with baggage, yea
I found out that he died, I was tryna get my baggage
Uncle Spike know 'ion smoke but I'm gon' keep his ashes
I think all the quiet real niggas end up rappin'
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like I can't manage
Why I'm jumpin' in my sleep, it seem like
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Writer(s): Joseph Aderoju
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