Insomniac

(альбом: All Or Nothing: Live It Up (AON L I U) - 2016)

Hey, you got to king a motherfucker
Royalty while my tomb awaits
Ghetto superhero, spanking street sweeper broom and cape
So hope my fate don't lie on my mistakes
Compliment the misfortune, there ain't no such thing as a drama place
No bitch ass niggas at my wake, I wake up
Chase niggas up outta there, bottom tier in my bake cup
Hooptie money coming in hiding there in a freight truck
Punch niggas asleep, still Vladimir on the wake up
Endangered lyricist safer you take the rock route
Look how my wheels pop out, extravagance
Suspension's like a drop out to battle poverty's humiliation
Pity wasted on potential loss doubt and compliance
Rappers blood all on my apron, and splattered protocols
We gon' celebrate with champagne burps and chronic coughs
Bet ya homies got a price
And show they colors, you should ask him
Sucker punches, perfect timing like a government distraction

They say the goal is impossible I'ma try
I've been grinding too long and it's time to fly
Life without the opportunities like he dying inside
I'ma wind up taking it with me, never give up my fucking pride
Gotta watch out for the creep
Any night can be your last night, you can't afford to sleep
Otherwise they'll have you deep
I will not be like the last one insomniac we keep

Uh, diamond flurries, ice the tints
Counting my bad luck
Not a worry legends don't bleed they close back up
Ready tuck for you to see it
I got the armor boosters
My little nigga'll knock your block off, body armor's useless
New outfit to shop, Ferrari cop, to do list
Bring out a room for new friends, say goodbye to opportunists
Money ties without restraint, paper promiscuous
Hollows have you rolling on the floor, make you look ticklish
Sleeping beauty woke for my charm, gave her my dick to kiss
Blue don't purp ridiculous, clouding what your depiction is
Y'all alive in 17 probably open in the broke awards, no applause
24 swords gold on my vocal chords
Turn a super model spy stalker
Designer fly talker, rolling a set, be a sky walker
Patient, nostril, ear and eye torture, South Jamaica's Don torture
Mind your business, duck the crime chalker

They say the goal is impossible I'ma try
I've been grinding too long and it's time to fly
Life without the opportunities like he dying inside
I'ma wind up taking it with me, never give up my fucking pride
Gotta watch out for the creep
Any night can be your last night, you can't afford to sleep
Otherwise they'll have you deep
I will not be like the last one insomniac we keep

Uh, wonder where my grinding went to
Punish niggas all summer, then, uh
Picture me stumbling, your favourite rapper's mumbling
Jungle when in the 600, triple six roller
Fold a MC in the 3, blue sleeves, my wrist colder
Loaders screaming as I whip around
Genius dumbing my shit down
Demons coming in chicks hound
They rather see you split crown
They want us in the blood shed bed drops in the ghetto's pain
The man target a terrorist, pot calling the kettle names
The power in me is higher, give a fuck who understand you though
Know he ain't gonna give a nigga nothing he can't handle
Run through millions like a 100 grand club, runners the Summer Jam
Am I my brother's keeper? Like Nino and Duh Duh man
Tragic, the handle of a matic left a bastard
Video clips on club strips, tear drops in the casket
You gotta ride as hard until fear in hops and grabs it
Born a star, watch out for peers blocking the magic, uh

They say the goal is impossible I'ma try
I've been grinding too long and it's time to fly
Life without the opportunities like he dying inside
I'ma wind up taking it with me, never give up my fucking pride
Gotta watch out for the creep
Any night can be your last night, you can't afford to sleep
Otherwise they'll have you deep
I will not be like the last one insomniac we keep