And I can't sleep...

Early morning, bending corners waiting on the sun to rise.
Swerving only, little lonely, called her told her come outside.
Text her back, too throwed to try to sound polite.
It read, "Please bring me a cup of ice.
I promise I'm a fuck you right."

Got gars, rubbers, Jolly Rancher, sour an syrup, baby food jars, and baby bottles for example.
Stupid purp.

Up all night like Gilbert Godfrey, on that loud, call it Gilbert Godfrey.
Strap like gilbert arena is, pill poplin.
Zanec till I don't feel the molly.
Pandora on Phil Collins, ten years in bitch I'm still ballin.
Chill dog, just trying to get a ticket like they left my name at will call.
And I can't sleep till I count it with the people I can count on.
The irony is I was awake all night getting my count in on.
It's gonna be like that from now on.

No, I can't sleep til they stop sleeping on me...

Look, I've been beefing homie, riding around with that heater on me.
Ready to give it to an one these niggas,
Even if he don't want it.
Chiefing that diesel,
Bumpin bennie sigel thinking of the reason thinking bout how we used to serve morning to evening only.
I went straight from jects to a check.
Lost plenty of homies, but not respect.
Success bittersweet like a text from your ex, hah.
Let's pour out a little lean for all the young kings that never seen they princesses turn into queens.

Just like we dream, no I can't sleep but I still have a dream.
It went like this, I wasn't eating so I had to scheme.
Never been on the front of one of those magazines.
I was on front line more than one time, unloading those magazines.
Yeah, pumpin all that gasoline when my younger bro had to stash the green,
Got turned out by the cash I seen.
I procrastinated, now I have to make it.
I'm fascinated by faster ring.
Chasing paper, sleep deprivation,
Yo bitch dog I'm laughin at this nigga we just jacked with some beans.

Life ain't no fairytale, I just know this shit is real but, scarytale.
You know, I just don't want to lie to them.
Do anything but sleep or tell.