Insomniac
Gas in the pack
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
Never sleep, never sleep
In too deep, it's been a week
We ain't even ever speak
Ion care bout your critique
When, did I meet you, I must have Alzheimers
I be rocking random shit, fuck wearing designer
These ain't Prada shoes, these are black air forces, I be stepping on you lames and y'all turning into corpuses
Gas in the pack
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
It's a money race
Drop a bag, go back to Chase
Took it to the face
I'm tweaking shit was fucking laced
I'm on photoshop
Yo bitch want a body crop
Cut her off karate chop
Flex that thing but it's a prop
I, don't, know
How, that, hoe
Got me so low
But it's ok tho
Cuz it only made me grow
Growing old
And my soul, it has been sold
Devil made a deal, I had to fold
Had to fold, had to fold
Gas in the pack
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
Never sleep, never sleep
In too deep, it's been a week
We ain't even ever speak
Ion care bout your critique
When, did I meet you, I must have Alzheimers
I be rocking random shit, fuck wearing designer
These ain't Prada shoes, these are black air forces, I be stepping on you lames and y'all turning into corpuses
Gas in the pack
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
It's a money race
Drop a bag, go back to Chase
Took it to the face
I'm tweaking shit was fucking laced
I'm on photoshop
Yo bitch want a body crop
Cut her off karate chop
Flex that thing but it's a prop
I, don't, know
How, that, hoe
Got me so low
But it's ok tho
Cuz it only made me grow
Growing old
And my soul, it has been sold
Devil made a deal, I had to fold
Had to fold, had to fold
Gas in the pack
Spend a rack, get it back
Let the money stack
What you know bout doing that
She drank too much Jack
Hold her hair, let her yak
Uppers in a sack
Never sleep insomniac
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