No Rest For The Wicked CASISDEAD

[Verse]
(There's no rest for the wicked)
I don't sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
But I'm already dead
So how come I don't see my cousin, that's dread
Every day my eyes are bloodshot red
Rolling back in my head, like I got shot dead
But fuck going bed, I'm licking them shots instead
I ain't got no hopes or dreams
How do you dream if you're an insomniac
It seems
The only escape is the cognac or the green
Which don't even seem, to be licking me like it used to
I need big joints to get me lean, not four point like I used to


[Hook]
These streets don't go to sleep, there's no rest for the wicked
I reload three times each week, I've got food, I don't tick it

[Verse]
Na fam I don't tick it, I take it
On the train to Brummel Lane with no ticket
Hit the trap, bake it, cut it, lick it
Counting .1 shots so I'm making maximum profit
No wraps in my pocket
It's under the tongue, so I don't drop it
Easy access when they wanna cop it
My food is show
You can't top it, I swear Castro
Is the topic of every deep convo regarding snow
From here to the tropics
Anything you need, we stock it
Can sniff it, bun it or pop it