BWV Sleepy Hallow (Ft. Fivio Foreign)

[Intro]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

[Chorus: Sleepy Hallow]
Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels
Uh, still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me, "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel

[Verse 1: Sleepy Hallow]
Think I'm racist, all black in the field
Like "How is he famous still with all the drills?"
Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill
I fell back and they mention me still
Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill
They like, "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will"
Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me, "Chill"
Likе Danny Glover, I make movies for rеal
Uh, mama, you good on the bills
And grandma just wanna see that I prevail
Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale
But fuck it, your grandson doin' well
Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt
But I couldn't buy all the drip
Me and bro tryna find us a lick
Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm with
We clutchin', like, "Boy, who you runnin' to get?"
Extra clip, she be doublin' it
Same bitch let me fuck, she was dubbin' and shit
Now she see me, she huggin' and shit
She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit
Baby girl got a man, but she with it
Uh, just give me the digits
And call me when he not around, I can kick it
Say he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it
Know me, I might buy you a Birkin for business
And baby, you know how I'm livin'
So I can't be trustin' these niggas and women
Can't be trustin' these— look