I'm Tryna Sleep

Chief Keef

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    (On foenem)
    I just made a million last week
    Stone brought his merch on Chief
    (4NEM Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
    It's not a lease
    On the rims, trick or treat
    It's not a treat
    Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
    Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' baby)

    I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
    Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
    Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
    Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat
    Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch: My dick is not a treat (No)
    Bitch loud as truck, my dick said: Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep
    In the Hellcat, I told her: Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep
    I'm from the hood where we sending shots right down the street
    I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
    Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
    Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
    Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
    Told that bitch: Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up
    I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
    Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (Go)
    When I first met the bankroll, I said: I'm in love (Go)
    Go
    Roll the gross up
    I'ma lift my doors up
    Go, go

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    It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up
    I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up
    You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
    Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
    I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur
    Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
    Pussy, is you with the feds? Fuck you takin' notes for?
    Ah, fuck it, I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
    You's a mother fuckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
    Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I told his dumb ass: Which one?
    Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
    I'm so motherfuckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
    Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
    Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
    Nigga, it's hot as fuck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
    Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
    Baby, we breaking laws, we never had an in-law
    Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
    Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
    I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (Hell yeah)

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