Insomniac Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
Hey, you got to king a motherfucker
Royalty while my tomb awaits
Ghetto superhero, spanking street sweeper broom and cape
So hope my fate don't lie on my mistakes
Compliment the misfortune, there ain't no such thing as a drama place
No bitch ass niggas at my wake, I wake up
Chase niggas up outta there, bottom tier in my bake cup
Hooptie money coming in hiding there in a freight truck
Punch niggas asleep, still Vladimir on the wake up
Endangered lyricist safer you take the rock route
Look how my wheels pop out, extravagance
Suspension's like a drop out to battle poverty's humiliation
Pity wasted on potential loss doubt and compliance
Rappers blood all on my apron, and splattered protocols
We gon' celebrate with champagne burps and chronic coughs
Bet ya homies got a price
And show they colors, you should ask him
Sucker punches, perfect timing like a government distraction

[Chorus]
They say the goal is impossible I'ma try
I've been grinding too long and it's time to fly
Life without the opportunities like he dying inside
I'ma wind up taking it with me, never give up my fucking pride
Gotta watch out for the creep
Any night can be your last night, you can't afford to sleep
Otherwise they'll have you deep
I will not be like the last one insomniac we keep