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All in all there's no sleep
No remorse no candy floss
No know it all
Just go record
Make all the songs
That make the pause
Keep going on the whole week
Loosing all of my homies
All because of my own dreams
Now I'm up and close enough
To blowing up because we
(1-Tumi)
Damn right we don't sleep
Fuck 'em all with no bleep
I am boss of Motif
Hold heat like Shuttlesworth
On O.T
Double beds don't know me
Might take a vacae to rest
my head
But heads get no rest since
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen Tupac kids
Get focused man
So they're on that
Bruce Sebitlo
Bedroom studio CEO
Oskido and Mindlos and Cleos
Getting money out the blue
Like e-tolls
No free load no hero shit
No Biko no Steve but
We gon' win
Go Hiroshima
With a flow that'll
Kill a river
Like Oscar Peter
(2 - Ginger Breadman)
That's protocol
I told the moms
I'm gon' be gone for very long
I'm going hard on every song
they put me on, my hommie
Realising my own dreams
Pulling Oscar on every track
I'm tryna find my own feet
Making time for my own peeps
Sometime a promise I don't keep
Not because I don't want to
Just because I'm close enough
to blowing up
You know wassup and then
we gon' eat
Inception I'm pretty much
Living out another man's dream
Competition's worst nightmare on any street
The reason they can't sleep
(3 - L Tido)
Its Glitz gang and Showlove
Yeah fuck that old beef
Had to hit the stu up
And link up with Motif
When Real niggas unite
Its more money and mo cheese
Now lames gotta pay homage
And bow down on both knees
(All in all there's no sleep)
You must see the grind
I know they hate you see me
Wanna be in my shoes so much
I'm on a paper chase
Got no time to please these dimes
Chuck a deuce
When I'm getting brain
Thats what I call a
Piece/Peace of mind
You know my style I'm sippin
on the finest whisky
I'm a G I move units but I
Never sign with 50
Never trusted niggas
No new homies at all
I know JR said make it bigger
I prefer my circle small
(4 - Reason)
I'm getting the feeling
I'm getting addicted to hearing good things about me
My rap is extended to
generous measures even
Motsweding announce me
There's some who are not even
convinced of the heaters I spit
But I'm easy because
This season's a game is a circus with many a tricks
But none in the ring clown me
Sometimes I feel like I'm
spitting an ocean of flows
and everyone's drowning
Surrounded by all of these props around me like I was
Andy Wachowski
I'm thinking how can they doubt me
They thinking how can you not
I'm thinking the most I spent on my sons was a funeral paid
with rhyme schemes
Rest in peace to Lil O
May God accept his lil soul
I do my best to live with the fact that he'll never see me kill shows
Till they fall they know
The reason the mass is real
though
If not then I guess they fuckin themselves like mommies at home with dildos
You can call me Ginger
In the end I'm keeping it trill too
Got a club hit from a kid who can't legally get into clubs though
And I'm not even club though
Just friends with people who
run those
I'm friends with people who love doe
In a nutshell its because we
don't sleep
(5 - Moneoa)
Close your eyes and let them take a seat on your throne
Ain't nobody tired in the
Land of the grown
Paperchasin my heartbeat
Only relax when we're six feet
Tryna sow what my bank reaps
Salary come a bit daily
25th and I don't blink
And I'm still not tired
Money's awake so we don't sleep