No Sleep - Lyte

That shit’s for the weak

Grind everyday 'cause bitch I gotta eat

No sleep!

(No sleep)

I don’t wanna hear a peep

If it any about the money, honey, you don’t need to speak

No sleep!

(No sleep)

If you want a wicked meet

If you feelin' fuckin' under then go and take a leap

No sleep!

(No sleep)

'Til we buried six feet

And we boutta, boutta, boutta when we out in the street

We could meet on the asphalt

Hardened concrete

I’mma smash your industry when I’m on beat

Tryna trash talk me

When this shit on fleek

Like bath salts on my feet

And you don’t want beef on the butcher

Bring it to your door like Fed-Ex

And you better take a seat or I’ll put ya

Down 'cause you know that Ed’s next

Its true that I got a clear view

You ain’t talkin' money, motherfucker, I don’t hear you

Nor do I care to

Where through

Fly like a (?)

(Go play, ole!)

The bullshit, I steer through