Trapping in my Sleep DJ Naim (Ft. Bleu Davinci, Bun B, Calico Jonez, Pusha T & Sheek Louch)
"Trapping in My Sleep" is a hip-hop track featuring DJ Naim, Bleu Davinci, Bun B, Calico Jonez, Pusha T, and Sheek Louch, released in 2023. The song explores themes of hustle, ambition, and the struggles of street life, reflecting on the duality of dreams and reality. The artists share their experiences in the drug trade and the relentless pursuit of success. Musically, it features hard-hitting beats and layered verses, showcasing each rapper's unique style. The collaboration highlights the camaraderie in hip-hop culture. #HipHop
[Hook: Calico Jonez]
Hundred bands, I can get it 'fore the sunrise
Took the brick out the water like it's baptized
Every day I got the change going black flips
Ain't no mint in the garden, blowing that piff
I moved a couple ki's, I did it in my sleep
You want the Larry Bird? Come with 33
Every time I wake up, it's time for me to re-up
Every time I look up, I got another cook up
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Say hello to the bad guy, Donnie G, smell that weed aroma when I pass by
Hat low, mad how I'm coming out the liquor store
Belches on the Henny floor
White girl, cut up straw, fingers on that .44
You ain't got that hood love that I got
We be clapping, moving cake, I ain't talking bout IHOP
Calling funerals and wakes, you get murdered on my block
All the pull-up bars and weights, we in shape -- well, why not?
Now I'm a four Donnie, Rose and 'gnac is constantly poured
We having fun, your chick with you is constantly bored
We throw that money up, you faggots watch it hit the floor
It's landing on her back, book bag hundred sack
You ain't got the dough for that
Card shark, we mark a black
Told shorty with the big old ass
Come here, make it clap
She won't get off my lap, hands don't come off the map
It's D-Block, he cock, you don't want none of that
Hundred bands, I can get it 'fore the sunrise
Took the brick out the water like it's baptized
Every day I got the change going black flips
Ain't no mint in the garden, blowing that piff
I moved a couple ki's, I did it in my sleep
You want the Larry Bird? Come with 33
Every time I wake up, it's time for me to re-up
Every time I look up, I got another cook up
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Say hello to the bad guy, Donnie G, smell that weed aroma when I pass by
Hat low, mad how I'm coming out the liquor store
Belches on the Henny floor
White girl, cut up straw, fingers on that .44
You ain't got that hood love that I got
We be clapping, moving cake, I ain't talking bout IHOP
Calling funerals and wakes, you get murdered on my block
All the pull-up bars and weights, we in shape -- well, why not?
Now I'm a four Donnie, Rose and 'gnac is constantly poured
We having fun, your chick with you is constantly bored
We throw that money up, you faggots watch it hit the floor
It's landing on her back, book bag hundred sack
You ain't got the dough for that
Card shark, we mark a black
Told shorty with the big old ass
Come here, make it clap
She won't get off my lap, hands don't come off the map
It's D-Block, he cock, you don't want none of that
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