I’ont Sleep

[Intro]
Crackhouse
Think I'm one of them type of ho ass niggas go to sleep or somethin' man? (Think I'm one of them?)
I'm a motherfuckin' G man
I live inside the crack house, literally nigga, with a m on me

[Verse]
Got so high last night, shit I think I woke up one Mars
Tweak out and forget what I just did like I'm on bars
All my niggas drivin' foreigns, we could switch out cars
Without niggas puttin' they pape' behind me, I became a star
Niggas got so much to say, but sittin' in they car
Or sittin' on the couch, ain't even got nowhere to start
I could show these boys some shit for sure, I heard they hard
Like how I got all these dеals and all these titles, touchin' charts
I got two bow's of еverything in here, it's Noah's ark
You gon' get it if it's meant for you, just play yo' part
If I ain't come to the hood the way I do, this shit'd be dead
When bitches say the got a gift for me, should be head
Ain't even got a reason to hate on me, must be bread
If you really from the pad, you should be glad for me instead
That's why I'm glad I ain't got problems with nobody 'cause I'll say it
Niggas ain't gon' hatch or quack at all, rotten egg
Ayy, niggas go in Amiri to buy the hats, I'm buyin' pants
Niggas buyin' shit to keep up with me, I been buyin' land
Bookin' fee a dub, and every week I'm flyin' in
We don't get to do it often, bitch let's dine in
Niggas wanna get the MCD stuff, they buyin' in
Wish I could push the action through a app, like "Sign in"
I do got action on the 'Gram, but I don't think that's where I'm big
Them ain't twenty a month, I can't even see how he live
I'ma drop a six inside a deuce this time, ain't got no fizz
She the type of bitch I fuck with, ain't got no kids
I'm drinkin' syrup and stackin' tokens, restore my focus
This not a race in no way, shape, or form, but I'm the closest
Show these niggas what rich like for real, I'm buying Ghosts
Bitches only get one night with me, I'm signing Trojans
Check out how my life rollin', that describe motion
Niggas think I might be playin' this shit, but I ain't jokin'
Fell to her knees to get my whistle clean, she not proposin'
I never question why I'm doin' good, just say "I'm chosen"
I'm sick, I had to leave my chick in Texas, not the Golden
A hundred something shots at gettin' rich, you see me loaded
We hit him with the nickname, origami how he folded
These bitches thick as mashed potatoes too, I left her loaded
Type of nigga, let her do her dirt, don't expose her
Type of nigga, never leave my hood 'cause I controlled it
Might get a chance at bein' a rap star 'cause all my shows lit
Niggas still ain't show shit, but quick to be on bold shit

[Intro]
Nah forreal
Niggas still ain't show shit, but too quick to be on bold shit