[Intro]
(Saucey, you a genius)
(Jai beats on the track, boy)
[Chorus]
Been tryna stay awake
True story, I been cutting off niggas every day
Can't trust a soul, I'm paranoid, I gotta play it safe
Twin on probation, can't leave the city, that's another case
But I ain't worried, if I need him, he coming right away
Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm just tryna see a brighter day
Lil' one say he need another pair, he had to burn up his Michael J's
Give me a mic and let me rock the stage
I'm just tryna change my nigga life, he been on the block for days
All I know is get paid
Like, nah for real, I ain't been to sleep in six days
What you been doing? Tryna run that money six ways
Heard they been sliding through the 6 with 'bout six Ks
First nigga walk up out that bitch, gon' get his shit blazed
[Verse 1]
Could've fucked one of the opps baby mama but the bitch played
And I done been a lot of shit but I ain't never been [?]
And my nephews growing so I hustle, make sure them kids straight
If they kill me, let it be a cold case
And I know my niggas gon' retaliate
Heart made of gold but I always seem to get fucked over
Dried up tears on my shoulder from a head I was holding
It get colder at night when I was running wild with them vultures
Don't you say you ain't mean it when you did when you posted it
(Saucey, you a genius)
(Jai beats on the track, boy)
[Chorus]
Been tryna stay awake
True story, I been cutting off niggas every day
Can't trust a soul, I'm paranoid, I gotta play it safe
Twin on probation, can't leave the city, that's another case
But I ain't worried, if I need him, he coming right away
Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm just tryna see a brighter day
Lil' one say he need another pair, he had to burn up his Michael J's
Give me a mic and let me rock the stage
I'm just tryna change my nigga life, he been on the block for days
All I know is get paid
Like, nah for real, I ain't been to sleep in six days
What you been doing? Tryna run that money six ways
Heard they been sliding through the 6 with 'bout six Ks
First nigga walk up out that bitch, gon' get his shit blazed
[Verse 1]
Could've fucked one of the opps baby mama but the bitch played
And I done been a lot of shit but I ain't never been [?]
And my nephews growing so I hustle, make sure them kids straight
If they kill me, let it be a cold case
And I know my niggas gon' retaliate
Heart made of gold but I always seem to get fucked over
Dried up tears on my shoulder from a head I was holding
It get colder at night when I was running wild with them vultures
Don't you say you ain't mean it when you did when you posted it
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