Текст песни No Sleep - King Locust , Wicked , Mozzy

Karlos Beatz, bang

Dead your man in my residential
Yeah, broke credentials 'til I felt official
Took a pistol in my uncle's rental
If I'm with you then it's unconditional
Cemeteries, obituaries, see homie died for the shit he wearin'
Ain't no one cry when a snitch embarrassing
Mama cried when they read the verdict
Mama fine, can't be a burden
All that worryin' just defeat the purpose
They only curse when they see the surface
What's underneath just a deeper hurt
Can't teach if we ain't even learn
Gotta move it now like the speakers serve
Yeah, and they don't know what they never lived
I see why dope can't pay the rent
Watch him die slow, just take a sip
Just watch your eyes close, can't take the shit
Homie died alone, I can't take this shit
Yeah, my little brother caught a twenty piece
Twenty G's for the lawyer's fees
Quarter ki' for the corner street
Don't think I'm quarantined
Rolling P's for loyalty
No peace when it's war with me
No sleep, can't afford to dream

No sleep, drugs in the cabinet, money under the floorboard
These DT's and PD wanna kick my door
She actin' sweet but the bitch greedy, always wantin' more
Can't let the ass make me snore, one eye open, street employed
Wide awoke, poppin' on my okey-doke, I got smoke
I got dope, lookin' like a kilogram when I'm on the go
Ricky Lo, package in the air, gotta get 'em right
Bloodshot eyes, I've been up all night, no sleep

You know the gangland don't sleep
We in this big body four deep
Lick on a bitch body so sweet
She own a forty-fourth floor suite
I gotta be at Courtlandt like three
I gotta be at Courtlandt like three
Throw on a Ferragamo tuxedo
These lil' niggas not important like me
Pull out the Porsche, niggas like, "Sheesh"
Put up the Porsche, back to lowkey
Throw up the four for all the OG's
Crackers just looking for some more leads
I'm out here lookin' for some more tree
I need some good, fuck your OG
Mom and 'em proud, I kick the codeine
My mom and 'em proud, I kick the codeine
Fuck is you hatin' for? It's no need
I would've put you on if you was loyal
I tried to treat him like a blood brother
These millions'll make a nigga blood boil
I gotta hold it down for the soil
I gotta hold it down for the streets
Shout out to King Locus and the fellow wicked
We been tryna get it, no sleep, yeah

No sleep, drugs in the cabinet, money under the floorboard
These DT's and PD wanna kick my door
She actin' sweet but the bitch greedy, always wantin' more
Can't let the ass make me snore, one eye open, street employed
Wide awoke, poppin' on my okey-doke, I got smoke
I got dope, lookin' like a kilogram when I'm on the go
Ricky Lo, package in the air, gotta get 'em right
Bloodshot eyes, I've been up all night, no sleep