Rest

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax

I'm in the trap feeling like I'm zap
Mo bounce to da ounce
Bitch I'm back wit sum cheaper thrax
Ho niggaz still get taxed
I have a dream sumthin like Dr king
But I'm Malcom off the X
By any means ima run up sum racks
Maybe later I'll relax
Momma told me get sum sleep
My flip phone keep ringing wit cheez
My Og jus ordered a P
Texting how long u finna be
I'm on my WAY
Wit 448 and it's 4:48
Early morning or Super Late
I'm coming if you got the cake
Got whatever you tryna pay
Nah I Aint got no time to lay
Even tho sum pussy be great
Shit I rather run thru es weight
Like Chris Paul the way I make plays
Got sacks sum like T.J. (Watt)
Might look real tired in the face
But I'm straight long as I get paid
Nigga

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax

Maan I ain't been sleep
Still up smokin weed
Big o gun wit me
High as can be
All nighter knockin fire
Tell a nigga what you need
3.5 will run you 50
But 3 Fa 10 on da beans
175 a heezy but fuck it
I got sum cheaper
You can 2 for 3 here
Earned my stripes Adidas
Yawning but I'm still on it
Streets hungry so ima feed em
Finally made em believers
You missin money all sleepy
They runnin to spend wit me
Cuz I keep et fly shit they need
Y'all gossiping watching pockets
Ain't nun if et stoppin me
I'm poppin all bout a profit
They shoppin so ima eat
All around da clock clockin
Dey rockin wit me Fa sheez
Might see a nigga Nod off
But hell naw nigga I ain't sleep

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax

They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I ain't been to sleep to yet
My mind is on all es bread
My middle fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax



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Writer(s): Christopher Smith Jr
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