Sleep Nice YL (Rap)
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[Verse]
Play for keeps, feel asleep on a cloud its a dream
Yo bitch gave me looks from the crowd, yo I peeped
She was on the creep, and I'm down I'ma leave
I'm just tryna breathe for a couple
Trouble up in the air, light one up in the air
Y runnin' up the stairs, find me blunted in the stairs
There ain't nothin' I should fear, look fear inside the eyes
Give a fuck if shit is fair, oh you actin' unaware
No surprise and I rise like the sun into the sky you was frontin'
This is shit ain't really nothin' to the guy but it's Y
Tomato sun-dried with the basil leaf
No cable I disabled the connect
Protect your mental, you settlin' for scraps
What make you that much different than the last
I carry the tradition, Y keep the people on his back
I can always a fact from the fiction
Eyes glisten in the sun, I'm gettin' up
And why this shit is so expensive
My pockets so pathetic only 20 bucks
Heineken inside the brown bag, back talk
I only listen when the cash talk
It's quiet
Play for keeps, feel asleep on a cloud its a dream
Yo bitch gave me looks from the crowd, yo I peeped
She was on the creep, and I'm down I'ma leave
I'm just tryna breathe for a couple
Trouble up in the air, light one up in the air
Y runnin' up the stairs, find me blunted in the stairs
There ain't nothin' I should fear, look fear inside the eyes
Give a fuck if shit is fair, oh you actin' unaware
No surprise and I rise like the sun into the sky you was frontin'
This is shit ain't really nothin' to the guy but it's Y
Tomato sun-dried with the basil leaf
No cable I disabled the connect
Protect your mental, you settlin' for scraps
What make you that much different than the last
I carry the tradition, Y keep the people on his back
I can always a fact from the fiction
Eyes glisten in the sun, I'm gettin' up
And why this shit is so expensive
My pockets so pathetic only 20 bucks
Heineken inside the brown bag, back talk
I only listen when the cash talk
It's quiet
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