I can't even get no sleep Oh, I made this fuckin' track

Every day

Having nightmares, toss a turn and think the demon's tryna get me

I should stop trying cause you probably never get it

I ain't ask for this position, I ain't choose it, it was chosen

Had to go on and take the side cause the front door wasn't open

All I see is me, I'm my only teammate and opponent

A lot of niggas on the hunt, make sure every mag loaded

Why you think my name Smoke cause I come out the shadows on them

Think they sick that I ain't locked, I think they want me doing time

Think they sick that I ain't died and niggas ain't did shit to me

These niggas getting good at it, I can't even tell who's snake

A weird feeling when you almost made it longer than your pops lived

Had to swim to get away, them bitches thought they had me boxed in

It be hard staying real cause the fake shit get rewarded

They know what time we on, we ridin' back to back in sportage

Shit ain't always what it seem, everything don't make it public

Hope you checking off that list cause you finna kick the bucket

Tryna clock my moves but I'm too unpredictable

Ain't tripping off that shit forever, eat but it's the principle

Nigga, nigga think I had a choice in this shit man

Nigga my daddy been since three nigga

I'm almost older than he was

Nigga think I had a choice

Had to leave some shit behind, shit I was running out of time

Bitch I need you to get from round if you ain't finna help me grind

Bitch I need you out my mind if you ain't finna help me build it

I was in the class, slapped a nigga up like Will Smith

We was on the skit and the Jakes took my palm

Angels taking over rap, my niggas coming in from all angles

I ain't have to cut them off, niggas was burning bridges for me

Niggas having meetings bout me, niggas must think I'm a dummy

It's okay cause watch this shit right here, I'm finna show you something

I just bust a play and split it down the line with my mud brother

I was chopping it up with bro, realized that all these niggas just suckers

So God what you got in store for me

Cause the future ain't looking too bright

I got death on the left and the jail on my right

Mic in my hand thinking I can make it right

Just keep it to yourself cause these niggas like to gossip

Remember on Westwood we was running niggas pockets

I ain't fucking with her if the bitch got too much mileage

Remember me and Cus 5 in the morning grinding

Even when my back against the wall was never hiding

Nigga you don't think this shit true, come see about it

In that mud waist deep, that's probably why my pants sagging

Went broke, they ain't help a nigga at all, I had to restack it

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