BroGodZilla - Behind on Sleep

Cruising through these Chi streets
I'm behind on my sleep
Moving through my psyche
Tryna' find my peace
The devil ask for my soul
He need it like a hypebeast
Anything is likely
Anything is likely
Cruising through these Chi streets
I'm behind on my sleep
Moving through my psyche
Tryna' find my peace
The devil ask for my soul
He need it like a hypebeast
Anything is likely
Anything is likely

Critics wanna like me
Haters wanna fight me
Niggas claiming they blood
Bro you just a Type B
I'ma moolie for them bucks
Whenever I'm on them drugs
I keep a toolie on tuck
Since they took my Nigga, Mikey

I'm the hottest dont believe the trends
Cos' I acknowledge you dont mean we friends
Add it up, I dont need to sub
Real Niggas, multiply them dividends
Cut it up
What the fuck
I can't feel my face, It must be hitting man
Good kid in a mad city
Remember trapping out my Mama minivan
Problematic, this is life of Science
Met another Nicole, is you kidding man?
She like high speed internet
Suck on my dick when we get it in
Her nigga called, say she "with her friends"
Don't put all your trust in these bitches man
Couldn't blame her, say he dead weight
Now she at my place tryna live again
Last year around this time
I was plotting strong tryna get mine
Made a decision to live life
Now I get my roll on, Big Tyme
Ain't nothin' wrong with being wrong
Hold it down while the King gone
I am King Kong this my theme song
I just want it all I dont mean harm

Cruising through these Chi streets
I'm behind on my sleep
Moving through my psyche
Tryna' find my peace
The devil ask for my soul
He need it like a hypebeast
Anything is likely
Anything is likely
Cruising through these Chi streets
I'm behind on my sleep
Moving through my psyche
Tryna' find my peace
The devil ask for my soul
He need it like a hypebeast
Anything is likely
Anything is likely

Written by:
Daniel Jordan

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