Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ken Anthony Rafael
Songwriter
Lyrics
Clock is ticking one two three Time is over time to leave
Hold your hands and pray for me Close my eyes and fall asleep
Sleep can take your whole life there Dreams can turn into a nightmare
Sleep can take your whole life there Dreams can turn into a nightmare
Yeah you got dreams Bitch I got nightmares I see the devil everywhere I go
Almost did five and I ain't snitch They wanted me to switch but there is no light
How I'm finna pull through? Man I don't know Used to push dro
Yeah I had the gas and I still do Always making profit I can't stand wasting youth
I see myself making mills I let go all of these people cause they ain't part of the sequel
Man everybody is equal but they don't treat me the same
They wanna call me amigo and expect some benefits Bitch I don't owe you shit I got this all on my own
We used to be in the mud We was trapping together Fucking on Cinderella's
When I got locked up y'all suckers ain't bail me out Instead y'all fuckers went ghost
Now I'ma hop in this Ghost and I'ma go coast to coast
Sleep sleep can take your whole life there Dreams can turn into a nightmare
Sleep can take your whole life there Dreams can turn into a nightmare
Pull down my jeans then hit it n leave
Tell da lil bitch it ain't nothin to me
Talk to a couple she can't help but cheat
2 n a half men in bed Charlie Sheen
Flyer than all of the birds n the bees merry Christmas to me copped sum new red n green
Unwrap da box only see Double G
Only time I ever say I'm Gucci
Utopia Travis Scott wit money…i am a fein
Doc I need help think my thumb turnin green
Prescribe me da wock I don't need therapy
Trust in my vision originally
Bidness is bidness ain't no in between
Alert opposition dat kno where I be
Sum of my guys got sum different degrees
Yeah yeah…
Silver coat love my heart's covered in chrome a
Hittin Backwood PR's we smokin strong
Tell all my opps beware won't leave my 'lone
Iss 5 in da mornin im plottin on gettin em gone
I make a call he get hit thru da phone
Outta my hair ain't in needa comb
Ran up a check like there's nowhere to go
Pay out da lawyer salute em shalom
My shit medicinal
N dey gassin me up on da west side
Ain't a G but compare em to Thibideuax
He might have a blue check but ain't verified
Yeah yeah…
Written by: Ken Anthony Rafael