Sleep Erick the Architect (Ft. Flatbush Zombies)

[Verse 1: Juice]
Caucasian, iPhone, purple weed, r­edbone, hood rich, pimp shit, fas­t money, no slip
Hemp paper, Bob Marley, raw­ filters, for the tip
Take this bag it up
Bring it back like Christ 'cause
All blue Chucks on
Black tee, Golds on
Smash you in your Redbottoms, Sock it you your throat zone
Smack it with my left hand
Grab it with my right one
All this damn pussy killin, man I gotta damn some
All this damn pussy in here, damn I gotta taste one
The last call, for alcohol
And any young broad
That wanna get involved
With a psychiatric ward, nice dick and all
You a big bitch, no chunky
I like em' nice slim thangs, Peggy Bundy
Lick until that pussy drip
I'm on my grown man
69 beatin' shit I'm on my freak now

[Chorus]
24/7, 365
Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I?
Life is like a dice game
Everyday I'm rollin'
Closest thing to Christ mayne
I feel like I'm chosen
24/7, 365
Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I?
Life is like a dice game
Everyday I'm rollin'
Closest thing to Christ mayne
I feel like I'm chosen