Bedtime

(アルバム： Son Of A Gun - 2011)

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime

Rockstar, self bitch, free gig, mouth piece, feed kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug more, grind zone, nigger, ohh
Mind glue, liver to my name bitch
You can find me where them killers make them caskets hit
Paper chaser, dominated, new nigger, nominated
Everybody and they mama hating
I don't give a fuck about the commentating
I be on that yay like jay, never hustle but I bust a tray like ray
Corner nice day, it's what the vice, yey
It's how them real nigger roll them dice play

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime

Yeah, fuck it, let them hate a nigger made it
These nigger say it but it's never demonstrate it
Talking all this ball sporting like it's illustrated
Niggers snitching, if I diss them I get might get
You blew 20 000 on your whip for datings
Nigger I blew 20 000 just on shit
You smoking redless, we rolling
Probably why your dolly got an ass
Slow flowing like a fucking boss, you suckers soft, you suckers soft
Says she love me when I rap fast, I fast,

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime.