Can't Sleep

Rippa on the beat, bitch haha, look Fresh out of the county My plans had went left fresh out of court The crackers want me on the shelf But I'ma keep goin' until It ain't nothin' left brand new cutter Keep that buster shit to yourself Lil' bro facin' murder The crackers ain't got nothin' 'Cause if they had somethin' He would've been gone I'll see you when you get home Tell 'em free Kareem, boy I'll see you when you get home Can't wait to be back to back To back in them Benzos No more bein' broke and it ain't No more pork and mendos 'Member bitches put me in the friend-zone But now I'm in the end-zone Brand new cutie patootie tryna FaceTime I don't know who's bitch, but she ain't mine Heard through the grapevine Niggas plottin' robbin', and tryna take mine Brand new chopper, clip got some hangtime Chris love to slang iron ATR for life, get down or lay down ATR for life, get down or Okay, I'm fresh out of the Bank with a 60K deposit Tryna build my credit These niggas buyin' watches Niggas hatin' on a youngin Boy you better watch it 'Fore I have your bitch on An island goin' shoppin', gettin' massages Fast life livin', man Might not make it to see Christmas But won't miss Thanksgiving Addicted to chasing chickens Ain't nothin' like these rappers, baby I'm way different i hang around the OG's They be 'round fake niggas I hang 'round the jit's but we Kick it like I ain't different I hang 'round the jit's but we Kick it like I ain't different Big banana clips for all Of that monkey business ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Look, and I done grown impatient Dreams come true, you gotta chase it They don't give it to me, I'ma take it Lord, I gotta make it Time comin' soon, I can taste it Time comin' soon, I can taste it I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep 'Til then I can't sleep, whoa Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa They can't breathe Lord knows they can't breathe, no Look, and I done grown impatient Dreams come true, you gotta chase it They don't give it to me, I'ma take it Lord, I gotta make it Time comin' soon, I can taste it Time comin' soon, I can taste it I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep 'Til then I can't sleep, whoa Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa They can't breathe Lord knows they can't breathe, no Talkin' 'bout, yeah Real bottom boy survivor, nigga 13-20-40, I got my shit Out the motherfuckin' mud, nigga Real shit, nigga --- Can't Sleep - Rod Wave