Insomnia
(Look)
(Mound Baby)
I'm the hardest to go unnoticed while other niggas been blowing
I ain't gone trick em out they spot but that waiting shit make you roguish
They hate me and shit I know it
Fugazy these niggas bogus
Aint many real niggas left and half Major Paper soldiers
Look imma forever be me the son of Vito and Ressie
And imma blow real soon and I mean that shit just believe me
The sickest and I ain't sneezing
This shit a result of grieving
We really come the jungle
I'm a Orange Mound heathen
Aint here to act like I'm having it
Sipping drank, kidney damaging
Moving slow, Memphis traffic shit
Girl with 3 nationalities
She got mixed personalities
I got tired of that ratchet shit
Gave her back to the hood where they slide in vans like they trafficking
Excuse me, no disrespect
Just the art of my intellect
On this road called life
I just feel like I'm finna wreck
Insomnia won't let me rest
He want smoke then let's throw a set
I say fuck em, kill all the pests
Try to pull my card, get em decked
And I'm from the hood where them steppers be
They tote blickies like deputies
Wait til I cop a wraith
Imma do em wrong nigga Pleasure P
Up at night in my thoughts
Wanna sell the dreams that I bought
Cause they cast the demons I fought
I be Harlem shaking em off
Like help me lord get em off of me
Seems the devil be calling me
Say imma hood poet
Spit real nigga philosophy
A sign explains yo ways of a bitch
Fuck that astrology
A sorry don't take back what you did
Fuck that apology
Most folks couldn't take a step in my J's
Never-the-less
I stood tall and I looked death in the face
I passed the test
He tried to break me, but bitch black don't crack
That's a well known fact
And my coins
I need all that exact
A dime or rack
Look it don't really matter G
Guess I'm the golden child I see
Look I'm the one, I gotta be
The one to up the salary
The people round me count on me
And I can't let them down my G
Cause if I let em down, this depression gone have it out for me
Look I can't let it get me again
Cause when it do
I can't be saved not by my family or friends
Been glued to my pen
Look imma put my pen to this paper
My foot on these haters
Been snapping since I hopped out the cradle
Go call up the labels
And I just ain't been getting no sleep
Somehow I still dream
Go through most of my problems alone
Gotta conceal things
Been slowly getting numb to the pain
I'm losing feeling
I go duck off with my lil sneaky link
She help me feel things
One thing she can't help me feel, is well-rested
I don't think I get to feel that no more
Gotta accept it
One thing she can't help me feel, is well-rested
I go through most of my problems alone
Gotta accept it
Double Tae nigga
Major Paper nigga
Mound Baby nigga
What the fuck you saying nigga
Double Tae nigga
Mound Baby nigga
Major Paper nigga
What the fuck you saying nigga
(Aye, Yeah, Ha)
(Mound Baby)
I'm the hardest to go unnoticed while other niggas been blowing
I ain't gone trick em out they spot but that waiting shit make you roguish
They hate me and shit I know it
Fugazy these niggas bogus
Aint many real niggas left and half Major Paper soldiers
Look imma forever be me the son of Vito and Ressie
And imma blow real soon and I mean that shit just believe me
The sickest and I ain't sneezing
This shit a result of grieving
We really come the jungle
I'm a Orange Mound heathen
Aint here to act like I'm having it
Sipping drank, kidney damaging
Moving slow, Memphis traffic shit
Girl with 3 nationalities
She got mixed personalities
I got tired of that ratchet shit
Gave her back to the hood where they slide in vans like they trafficking
Excuse me, no disrespect
Just the art of my intellect
On this road called life
I just feel like I'm finna wreck
Insomnia won't let me rest
He want smoke then let's throw a set
I say fuck em, kill all the pests
Try to pull my card, get em decked
And I'm from the hood where them steppers be
They tote blickies like deputies
Wait til I cop a wraith
Imma do em wrong nigga Pleasure P
Up at night in my thoughts
Wanna sell the dreams that I bought
Cause they cast the demons I fought
I be Harlem shaking em off
Like help me lord get em off of me
Seems the devil be calling me
Say imma hood poet
Spit real nigga philosophy
A sign explains yo ways of a bitch
Fuck that astrology
A sorry don't take back what you did
Fuck that apology
Most folks couldn't take a step in my J's
Never-the-less
I stood tall and I looked death in the face
I passed the test
He tried to break me, but bitch black don't crack
That's a well known fact
And my coins
I need all that exact
A dime or rack
Look it don't really matter G
Guess I'm the golden child I see
Look I'm the one, I gotta be
The one to up the salary
The people round me count on me
And I can't let them down my G
Cause if I let em down, this depression gone have it out for me
Look I can't let it get me again
Cause when it do
I can't be saved not by my family or friends
Been glued to my pen
Look imma put my pen to this paper
My foot on these haters
Been snapping since I hopped out the cradle
Go call up the labels
And I just ain't been getting no sleep
Somehow I still dream
Go through most of my problems alone
Gotta conceal things
Been slowly getting numb to the pain
I'm losing feeling
I go duck off with my lil sneaky link
She help me feel things
One thing she can't help me feel, is well-rested
I don't think I get to feel that no more
Gotta accept it
One thing she can't help me feel, is well-rested
I go through most of my problems alone
Gotta accept it
Double Tae nigga
Major Paper nigga
Mound Baby nigga
What the fuck you saying nigga
Double Tae nigga
Mound Baby nigga
Major Paper nigga
What the fuck you saying nigga
(Aye, Yeah, Ha)
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Writer(s): Deunta Jeffries
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