Sleep (ft. Erick Arc Elliot)

Caucasian, iphone, purple weed

R­edbone, hood rich, pimp shit, fas­t money, no slip

Hemp paper, bob marley, raw­ filters, for the tip

Take this bag it up

Bring it back like christ cause

All blue chucks on

Black tee, golds on

Smash you in your redbottoms

Sock it you your throat zone

Smack it with my left hand

Grab it with my right one

All this damn pussy killin, man I gotta damn some

All this damn pussy in here, damn I gotta taste one

The last call, for alcohol

And any young broad

That wanna get involved

With a psychiatric ward, nice dick and all

You a big bitch, no chunky

I like em' nice slim thangs, peggy bundy

Lick until that pussy drip

I'm on my grown man

69 Beatin' shit I'm on my freak now

Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I?

Life is like a dice game

Everyday I'm rollin'

Closest thing to christ mayne

I feel like I'm chosen

Got the world at my palm

The universe at my toes

The finest of the high grade reeking off my clothes

Fuck a clock, time flies when you're getting high

Money don't sleep, so tell me why the fuck should I?

The prefix, I ain't even in my fuckin' prime

Black adolf, genocide in every line

Some women drop they clothes and they snort a line

Wear a rubber we don't fuck with them abortion lines

Shall I say plenty? Niggas mimic

And they follow, my chest hollow

Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle

(Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle)

And shall I dwell on the nights I barley managed well

What's the difference hell or jail

Kush make me parracel

O-gs on my sneakers

O-zs of the reefer

Sky-high you can't see us but

You smell us through your speakers

So cobain

No heroin or cocaine

Don't feel pain

So they call me meech, novacane

Love the camera, I take that (record scratch)

I ate that bitch, you lick on my dick

You vapor it and I cum on her tounge

And she savor it, killa pussy, never shed a tear

I'll throw in a sex party

Panties on the chandelier

Be humble, or you stumble

I said be humble, or you gon stumble

They ask bout death

I say I never fear it

They ask bout cha music

I say I never hear it

My heart was filled with darkness

Just like my appearance

(Just like my appearance)

I say I'm sky high when I'm dreamin' dawg

Another puff and I'm leanin' hard

Make sure that it's in my cup

Drink my drink till' my eyes are shut

Give her the wood like jenga

Rapper and not a singer

If I get the upper hand

You get the middle finger

Hella crystals, I like the way you shine

Livin' my day to day but I feel like I'm wastin' time

Alcoholic, bralwin', spoil it, fuck man whatever you call it

Got it imported from her

But shorty never call his number

I rather feel her up

Break her down and build her up

Hurt your shorty's self esteem

Cause she falls in love with lust

It's a dirty life I try to wash my hands off (my hands off)

Dirty dame frontin' but my man's love it

I never buy your shit

Unless you know the broad

That's why I buy your shit

Whenever I go abroad

Whip out cha callin' card

I feel it comin' on

I got ya freaky friends

Dancin' when this song is on