Sleeptime lyrics

Aye
My pay turned into fake face, blood stained they carpets
Sweep under then hide the whole f*ckin' case
The worlds a better place without'cha name
I ain't been the first to think of blowin' out my f*ckin' brains
You ain't special to me, I keep it that way
You gonna pop six B's? b*tch better stay awake
Head bangin', the chain lockin' my bare face
To keep space from yo' hoe headass pace
Fam always got somethin' to say
If better or worse, b*tch I got plenty on the way
If they want the cash then just say
And I'll spit it right back into their f*ckin' face

Mans gon' drop that
[?]
I never gon' call that
Mans try to be me, too bad
Mans gon' drop that
[?]
I never gon' call that
Mans try to be me, too bad

Tryna be sad for [?] twenties and face pass
Mom and pops been havin' screamin' match
Till the emotions compact
The whole world collapse [Mans tryna be me]
Now you spendin' six more years just tryna make it back
Skip to the sh*t b*tch, I know you finna flip
Skip to the sh*t b*tch, I know you finna flip
Skip to the sh*t b*tch, I know you finna flip
Skip to the sh*t, yuh
How she run it back, cause me heart attack
Only dose I have, darling have me crash
I'm not havin' that, life got back to back
Life go back to fast, life go back to fast
Actin' like I'm free, motherf*cker who you speakin' on?
I should know to speak and they single f*ckin' tell me, yuh
Actin' like I'm free, motherf*cker who you speakin' on?
I should know to speak and they single f*ckin' tell me, yuh
Same sh*t, same sh*t, yuh
No post might fit yuh
No ice, no clip, yuh
Know where I sit, yuh
Hate me, then pick, yuh
Hate where I pick up
Just like you said, huh?
Just like you, yuh, yuh
They gonna act so oblivious
I think sh*ts ridiculous, everyone is wanna be villainous
I don't believe your experience, I think this sh*t is hilarious
'Til these f*ckers act mysterious
I know they don't take me serious
b*tch wan't smoke but ain't clearin' it (I know they don't, I know they don't)
b*tch want smoke but ain't clearin' it
My blood been on my hands but I ain't speakin' on that, period
Thanks for the drive by
High life look nice 'til yo' idles hangin' from the lime light
Your mental f*cked tryna pass time
Tryna, tryna paint a night life
I don't think you ever wanna feel right

Mans gon' drop that
[?]
I never gon' call that
Mans try to be me, too bad
Mans gon' drop that
[?]
I never gon' call that
Mans try to be me, too bad