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letra de no sleep - stemsoup

[intro]

[verse 1 – stemsoup]
i’ve been grinding all those digits, i’ve been grinding every day
how the f-ck you talking sh-t, lil bro get up out my way
i was in the stu’ cooking up like a microwave
you a p-ssy, you a hoe, i make money every day
he a p-ssy, he a b-tch, might as well call him bae
he a goofy, he a lame, i’mma put him on display
i’mma put him on display, yeah, i’m finna make him pray
i won’ t ever give up, i’mma take it all the way
b-tch, i’m sippin’ on this drank like its f-cking lemonade
yeah, they all up on my d-ck, yeah, they all up in my face
had to stop skipping class, i was gonna catch a case
selling nic to the kids, so you know i’m finna lace
i was high as a bird, i was up in outer sp-cе
lil bro don’t talk, i’mma put you in your place
i can tell that you’re wеak, i can see it in your face
in the whip, going fast, yeah, it feels like a race
yeah, i spit so hard, it’ll hit like a mace
you can’t steal my flow, you can’t keep with the pace
you don’t work, but you think that we the same
yeah, you sad, and you’re broke, and your friends are lame
i want ice on my neck, yeah, wet like the rain
yeah, you all washed up, yeah, you act like a drain
yeah, i’ll never fall down, i’mma work for the fame
yeah, they all dried up cuz their bars too tame
i’mma get in your head, yeah, stuck like a stain
b-tch, i’m pushing for my goals, yeah, i’m speeding like a train
yeah, your minds too weak so you quit and complain
if you never take a step, yeah, you’ll always stay the same
[verse 2 – p1nkhalo]
we will never stay the same, making bank every day
i just focus on these bands cuz these hoes tryna play
copped a fit just to flex, you can call me lil tay
yeah, he talking all hard but i know he b-tch made
yeah, he won’t pull up, yeah, he won’t run a fade
i’m beating on his body, yeah, i’m punching on his face
blood leaking from my nose but i can’t leave a trace
my money going up, gotta keep up the pace
all this money wasted made my stomach rumble
f-ck with my flow, yeah, you gonna be in trouble
tryna steal my flow, too fast, it made you tumble
hunnid in the ‘sino, yeah, i hope i don’t fumble
high roller sh-t, yeah, i made that dough double
slide it to yo b-tch, yeah, i made that hoe chuckle

[outro]

- stemsoup

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