Power Play (feat. Tone Mitch)

Man I'm tired
This, this shits gettin kinda old
Fuck this shit

I just, I just wanna
Jus
I just kinda wanna Rest In Peace, but
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep

I carry cocky swag, I didn't mean to brag
I set the trends, married heat, it made my pants sag
Had to consolidate habits, so I twisted a blunt
Weed, codeine, ecstasy, shrooms, that's what I called fun
Just cause I say she my favorite, don't make her my number 1
Withdrawal from sucking on Titties, resulted to sucking thumb
Promise to keep on riding, until my dicks numb
You rub the genie out the lamp, I call it wisdom
I Set up shop on all blocks, I guess I got it locked
I customized my Glock, believe I keep it cocked
It's like a game of monopoly while making chess moves
You try to make the wrong move, end up in cesspool
Play it like it's a game, the streets gone referee
Try to stay in your lane, I got the recipe
There can only be one, and you are not Neo
Hold on I got a phone call, oh yea, it's just Cleo

The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep

I don't wanna mix it, I don't wanna grind
I don't wanna spit it, I don't wanna shine
First you see me wit it, then went in overdrive
Now I'm out here living, I don't wanna die
Putting fat laces on my shell toe Adidas
Mauri alligators on my hater, where's my visa
Taking flight after flight, I don't wanna land
Once we take off baby, I'm counting a hundred grand
Put it nice and neat in them rubber bands
Let's do it once a week until they understand
What you know about RICO charges or conspiracy
Doing a hundred years for what you heard, ya hearing me
I tried to tell 'em about that phone but they ain't feeling me
Until they doing time away from home like an Airbnb
This is for my niggas without an out date
Like I'm in there with you, it's all about faith

The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
The streets won't let me sleep
They won't let me sleep
They won't let me sleep
They won't let me sleep
They won't let me sleep

Yea, let me get a hit of that
That's that shit that's gone have me on my ass
Lights out
I should've never mixed that light wit that dark
Y'all go on in without me, I'll be in there
I think the car is starting to spin
Hey imma just close my eyes for a few minutes aight and I'll meet y'all in there later
Hell yea, hold on



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Lachapelle
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