Still Sleepin

Does anybody know who you are? You're no artist! Sucka, you suck! I wanna know who still got doubts Cause the bars come hard but I still got bounce I've been counting up the money but I still lost count Tryna keep me in my lane but I still got routes I got fans up North but I'm still down South It's been how many how many years? And I still got clout Look, I'm the one they're having conversations about And they're throwing curveballs but I straighten 'em out This is verbal exercise, test my fitness Got a hunger for the game, I'ma rep my district Started writing raps had to check my image But I work at a bank so they always had interest How am I working for the man and tryna build a brand? Life gavе me lemons and I openеd up a stand I squeeze out bars then I serve you a minute-maid I should be featured on lyrical lemonade Every songs a different style, yeah I like to innovate I don't really miss though like I got the weapon aimed I mean I made "Hell Out There" for heavens sake I break through the door, buy the house, then I renovate Either way I need a second resume It's too much for one, I think it's time to use a second page All thanks to the rhymes I demonstrate All thanks to the time I dedicate Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Everybody's waiting on you Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Everybody's waiting on you Hush hush, motherfucker don't wake up! Hush hush, all you bitches so basic Faaris got 'em up with the heat, now I got 'em wiling Heezy pushin' the rap product, we bout it bout it La Di Da, I'm slick & fresh with the classics But bitches interject for the bag Labels want a piece of me, I cut em in with the shit They claimin' they got the sauce, but double dipping the drip Fuck ya minimum bag, my upper limit been lit I'm breaking through all ya ceilings, still stuck with imminent risk Student of the game, my environment ruthless but They refuse to show love if accounts isn't lucrative So motherfuck these plants, let's get down to the root of it Ya'll been spitting dumb punches but my counter intuitive The lighter the fluid, the darker the days Start to decay my innocence, alarmed with the praise Taylor made for the art and exchange But still Swift to do you dirty, this shit Braun over brains My foot down, I keep pushin' like Scooters I'm beat butchering bitches, ya'll be shook of them losers In the heat cookin' up, rappers still in abyss Please stop acting like these kids that eat boogers and mucus That's a tip for the snot-nosed Pick up cilantro, bitch that's the don flow Stick up cuz I don't play stations in the whip, rather body the DJ And now these labels tryna hit me and get rich off a con's soul Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Everybody's waiting on you Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin Still sleepin, how they still sleepin? Everybody's waiting on you Hush hush, motherfucker don't wake up! Hush hush, all you bitches so basic