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... () All in all there's no sleep No remorse no candy floss No know it all Just go record Make all the songs That make the pause Keep going on the whole week Loosing all of my homies All because of my own dreams Now I'm up and close enough To blowing up because we (1-Tumi) Damn right we don't sleep Fuck 'em all with no bleep I am boss of Motif Hold heat like Shuttlesworth On O.T Double beds don't know me Might take a vacae to rest My head But heads get no rest since 03 And I'm still going Here's one for the road then A goodbye kiss from an old man The hood got rich from my offerings I've seen Tupac kids Get focused man So they're on that Bruce Sebitlo Bedroom studio CEO Oskido and Mindlos and Cleos Getting money out the blue Like e-tolls No free load no hero shit No Biko no Steve but We gon' win Go Hiroshima With a flow that'll Kill a river Like Oscar Peter (2 - Ginger Breadman) That's protocol I told the moms I'm gon' be gone for very long I'm going hard on every song They put me on, my hommie Realising my own dreams Pulling Oscar on every track I'm tryna find my own feet Making time for my own peeps Sometime a promise I don't keep Not because I don't want to Just because I'm close enough To blowing up You know wassup and then We gon' eat Inception I'm pretty much Living out another man's dream Competition's worst nightmare on any street The reason they can't sleep () (3 - L Tido) Yeah Its Glitz gang and Showlove Yeah fuck that old beef Had to hit the stu up And link up with Motif When Real niggas unite Its more money and mo cheese Now lames gotta pay homage And bow down on both knees (All in all there's no sleep) You must see the grind I know they hate you see me Shine Wanna be in my shoes so much I'm on a paper chase Got no time to please these dimes Chuck a deuce When I'm getting brain Thats what I call a Piece/Peace of mind You know my style I'm sippin On the finest whisky I'm a G I move units but I Never sign with 50 Never trusted niggas No new homies at all I know JR said make it bigger I prefer my circle small (4 - Reason) I'm getting the feeling I'm getting addicted to hearing good things about me My rap is extended to Generous measures even Motsweding announce me There's some who are not even Convinced of the heaters I spit But I'm easy because This season's a game is a circus with many a tricks But none in the ring clown me Sometimes I feel like I'm Spitting an ocean of flows And everyone's drowning Surrounded by all of these props around me like I was Andy Wachowski I'm thinking how can they doubt me They thinking how can you not Sleep I'm thinking the most I spent on my sons was a funeral paid With rhyme schemes Rest in peace to Lil O May God accept his lil soul I do my best to live with the fact that he'll never see me kill shows Till they fall they know The reason the mass is real Though If not then I guess they fuckin themselves like mommies at home with dildos You can call me Ginger In the end I'm keeping it trill too Got a club hit from a kid who can't legally get into clubs though And I'm not even club though Just friends with people who Run those I'm friends with people who love doe In a nutshell its because we Don't sleep (5 - Moneoa) Close your eyes and let them take a seat on your throne Ain't nobody tired in the Land of the grown Paperchasin my heartbeat Only relax when we're six feet Tryna sow what my bank reaps Salary come a bit daily 25th and I don't blink And I'm still not tired Money's awake so we don't sleep ...
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