Sleepless Nights
I gotta start back smokin' weed though
Folks I'm tired of smokin' these b— (yeah)
No bulls— (damn)
No, keep all that, keep all that (C-Sick)
Uh, yeah, damn
This Survivor's Remorse right here
No bulls—, but they came here
Had so many sleepless nights, try and get it right
I was walkin' in the dark, but I needed light (for real)
Always knew I was that n—, I ain't need the hype
I know my Glock don't need a scope, I don't need a light (let's go)
Before I ever went up millions, I was eatin' like it
I was puttin' out songs and I ain't even like it
The way I'm lookin' at my future
You would think I'm psychic (I'm not)
I be wantin' to go viral, I can't even type it
See a 150 cash, my birth right, wake up early, work like it
I might finally get a wave, ride that b— like dirtbikes (uh)
I be nervous, but I'm brave, be myself, I can't fight it
S— you talkin', you didn't save, I made that the first night (first)
And I'm still against time, cryin' tears, but I'm fine
It took me years to get here, I keep it real when I'm lyin'
Never been a church kid, but I was preachin' every line (for real)
How the f— you still ain't learn? I was teachin' every time
You was buyin' pizza, I was ridin' with heaters
Sittin' on the bleachers, I was tryna reach you (come on)
How you think I'm full? I ain't even decent
S—, I'm still hungry, I'll get up and eat you
We had nine pieces, I got nine pieces (nine pieces)
I f— mamas, aunties, and like five nieces (like five nieces)
I be gettin' vicious, man, you n— feces
Pull up, Lamb' chops, man, you n— Reeses
I don't even say too much, but y'all be rappin' just like me
You can get up off your a—, make it happen, just like me
Why you hoppin' on the 'net? We ain't with that, hit my leasy
Book you up a flight, just come tonight, this s— easy (easy)
Broski called me up, I'm in the whip, guess they need me (what up?)
Before I ever slid in all these mansions, I was greasy
Keep my s—, and I still be on go, like I'm sleazy (you know that)
In L.A., might pop out with no heater, this s— breezy (uh)
When they say they need me, s—, you need me (uh)
Mama said she need two, I think she need three (uh)
Think the feds tryna seize me, I'm with a bunch of Gs
Get these foreigns when you need 'em, I got a bunch of these
Folks I'm tired of smokin' these b— (yeah)
No bulls— (damn)
No, keep all that, keep all that (C-Sick)
Uh, yeah, damn
This Survivor's Remorse right here
No bulls—, but they came here
Had so many sleepless nights, try and get it right
I was walkin' in the dark, but I needed light (for real)
Always knew I was that n—, I ain't need the hype
I know my Glock don't need a scope, I don't need a light (let's go)
Before I ever went up millions, I was eatin' like it
I was puttin' out songs and I ain't even like it
The way I'm lookin' at my future
You would think I'm psychic (I'm not)
I be wantin' to go viral, I can't even type it
See a 150 cash, my birth right, wake up early, work like it
I might finally get a wave, ride that b— like dirtbikes (uh)
I be nervous, but I'm brave, be myself, I can't fight it
S— you talkin', you didn't save, I made that the first night (first)
And I'm still against time, cryin' tears, but I'm fine
It took me years to get here, I keep it real when I'm lyin'
Never been a church kid, but I was preachin' every line (for real)
How the f— you still ain't learn? I was teachin' every time
You was buyin' pizza, I was ridin' with heaters
Sittin' on the bleachers, I was tryna reach you (come on)
How you think I'm full? I ain't even decent
S—, I'm still hungry, I'll get up and eat you
We had nine pieces, I got nine pieces (nine pieces)
I f— mamas, aunties, and like five nieces (like five nieces)
I be gettin' vicious, man, you n— feces
Pull up, Lamb' chops, man, you n— Reeses
I don't even say too much, but y'all be rappin' just like me
You can get up off your a—, make it happen, just like me
Why you hoppin' on the 'net? We ain't with that, hit my leasy
Book you up a flight, just come tonight, this s— easy (easy)
Broski called me up, I'm in the whip, guess they need me (what up?)
Before I ever slid in all these mansions, I was greasy
Keep my s—, and I still be on go, like I'm sleazy (you know that)
In L.A., might pop out with no heater, this s— breezy (uh)
When they say they need me, s—, you need me (uh)
Mama said she need two, I think she need three (uh)
Think the feds tryna seize me, I'm with a bunch of Gs
Get these foreigns when you need 'em, I got a bunch of these
Credits
Writer(s): Richard C. Herring
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