Sleepwalkin'

Fuck around here it'll drain ya' I know some shit that'll change ya Fuck around here it'll drain ya All of my niggas in pain ya All of my niggas want fame ya Momma died at twenty na I cannot fuckin' fail Broke up wit' finessin' I don't need no fuckin' help I don't pray to God I put that pressure on myself APC denim raw; that pressure on my belt Turnin' twenty five and I'm not dead nor in a cell Still can't trust these niggas I'm not givin' out my cell I done seen some shit that I could never ever tell Put that on my brothers we gone take that shit to hell Nice Gotta up my price I don't need advice I don't need advice I'm nice Gotta say it twice Gotta up my price I don't need advice Told my girl I'm movin' out it's either never or it's now We could wrap it up or you could prove to me you're down When you stack it up I've got the tallest in the town Always over do it gotta make my momma proud Like to keep it blunt but keep it quiet cause it's loud See them talkin' shit but I don't ever hear a sound Runnin' like a faucet all this saucin' I could drown This year I been clownin' bitch I don't know what a frown is Nice Gotta up my price I don't need advice I don't need advice I'm nice Gotta say it twice Gotta up my price I don't need advice Let a nigga in his bag that's a bad choice Christian combing through his faith that's a bad boy You can see it in his face that's a mad boy Couldn't get it; got it made, that's a rap boy Let a nigga in his bag that's a bad choice Christian combing through his faith that's a bad boy You can see it in his face that's a mad boy Couldn't get it; got it made, that's a trap boy I know some shit that'll change ya Fuck around here it'll drain ya All of my niggas in pain ya All of my niggas want fame ya I know some shit that'll change ya Fuck around here it'll drain ya All of my niggas in pain ya All of my niggas want fame ya How high is too high? It's the only way I feel alive It's the only way I wanna die Times I want to hold my mom and cry Put that to the side Gotta play my hand cause this is life Ounces in the bag I gotta fly Jumpin' when the junkies hit my line My day job is a front I show up late and smellin' like a skunk Never give the people what they want They'll think they can get it when they want It's not that kind of vibe I'm one of one I don't believe in time If God is real at least show me a sign Please kill all the demons in my mind