Chillinit - Sleep All Day lyrics

[Intro: Chillinit + Cino] Yeah, what we got? We roll by the fifty Mary Jane brain, sipping on the Whiskey This what we do Haters gonna talk the talk, but in a triple 2-0 we gon walk the walk We keep it real Because, life’s a b*tch, I don’t trust that sh*t Money over hoes, fu*k that sh*t Haha Money on my mind, no time for the others So I live for the drugs and I die for my brothers Uh [Verse 1: Chillinit] Certain with the worst sh*t This is a democratic downfall, rocking at a town hall verdict You know life’s perfect Well you ain’t seen some of the sh*t where my clique rolls with thе worst bits Man gotta learn this, trust none Cause your sidеkick might hide his wire and turn snitch I’m in a drug circuit, life seems like a circus fu*k em all, let my drugs burn b*tch Hip-hop was a strange scene for the drug users and money abusers of age eighteen I wanna try and wipe my damn slate clean So me and my great team take out the mainstream Call me Titanic, you watch me sink deeper Bend for a six week’er till I meet the Grim Reaper Rocking big sneakers, size 9s No fake f*ggots could ever rock my shoe size Whose lines, are the ones to cause nightmares? Life’s unfair because nobody fights fair Pay or face black lips in the black rubble Junkie house, fat addicts with a fat puddle We on the upper class grass, right? Dope fiends finding their dreams lost within a glass pipe Rampage and rise of the young and lemon lines Sydney city is turned into a ghetto Legs shake like Jello Bu-B-B-Bu-But, you never did sh*t so you’re a fake like Geppetto Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb That’s why I blow fiddy’s until my dreams come Ounces in the pound, weed by the hip hop Fighting for survival, I pray for this to stop God says “Never!”, drugs in the ziplock OG kush’ll make a fiend do a pitstop They be talking bout the old school rap fu*k young money, bring the old school back I’m a lonely stoner that’s all about his cones, man Body of a young boy, mind of a grown man Reality’s too ruthless for me You’re not careful in the clubs, you’re gonna go home toothless My mindstate’s full of wisdom So if I use my time great, one day, I could run the kingdom I fu*king make millions, two smartphones, crime life Slippery criminal with a never ending timeline It’s my life, motherfu*kers ain’t heard of it 420 tribe, Sydney city just murdered it Education is the rival My teacher never preached me sh*t, my music is my bible Survival in the streets Every day in class, headphones on, still bopping to the beat And hip-hop lives in the soul of a pissed off teen Sitting there, ripped off green and his breath’s gone stranded But he refused to breath till the scenes that he respects gets demanded And that’s for certain, kid And if not, then this fly motherfu*ker cause turbulence From the suburbs, I’m all about my urban sh*t Yeah, you bought your respect but I’m earning this So start learning kid Hah [Intermission: Chillinit + Cino] We bringing that old schools sound back Me, Cino, featuring many others on the 4-triple-2-0 Shouts to my fans and my fam from the city yo Shouts to the haters talking sh*t on our videos Shouts to the players that are ripping true flow And all the mad lovers from the triple-2-0 Agh Yeah this is Cino You know how I flow, watch me flow Yeah this is Cino You know how I flow, watch me flow Yeah this is Cino You know how I flow, watch me flow for your hoe Yo Cino Wassup? Teach em how to roast this sh*t, motherfu*ker [Verse 2: Cino] You fu*king know how we roast sh*t Light the [?] till the cone’s lit smoking [?] Quick to smoke it, take a hit while the spliff’s lit Sticks I split with my brothers, chill for a bit then split Intellectually that emcee, I crush a fat syllable Ridicule the fools when their flows be less than minuscule Stiff like a stool son, I’ll send you back to school 420, keep it fresh, stacks of sesh, we esh Cause on the mic I rule, I dribble raps Do or die for this and that’s a fact Kicking back, crew intact Spitting words and phrases bigger than an early Schwarzenegger Sick shooter I can figure, bring my finger to the trigger Surbubanly and ubranly I’m blazing up your nurseries Sick amounts of pot to make lungs rot Zig zags, big bags Tick tock went the clock as my brain went ba-bop What, you’re gonna call the cops? fu*k it, call the SWAT Cause we ain’t stopping hipping that hop and rocking at your door, we’re knocking Bringing back a tantalising taste of that old school flavour All up in your face Ha [Chorus: Chillinit + Cino] Just wanna sleep all day (Sleep all day) I wanna smoke all night (Smoke all night) I wanna let Mary Jane (Do what?) Invade my brain Just wanna sleep all day (Sleep all day) I wanna smoke all night (Smoke all night) I wanna let Mary Jane (Do what?) Invade my brain Just wanna sleep all day I wanna smoke all night (Yeah) I wanna let Mary Jane Come in my room and fu*k me haha