no sleep that shit s for the weak grind everyday cause bitch i gotta eat no sleep i don t wanna hear a peep if it any about the money honey you don t need to speak no sleep if you want a wicked meet if you feelin fuckin under then go and take a leap 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 the bullshit i steer through