Knucks - Sleeping In The Studio lyrics

[Verse 1: Bonkaz] I be sleeping in the studio, see me in the booth late 'bout to hit the corner shop, re-up on some toothpaste Where the f**s my toothbrush? Where the f**s my almond milk? Tell me that I lost the way, feeling like i found myself Made an E.P in four hours, mixed it down as well All these n***as making excuses, the game is ruthless, sh** I used to stay with the shooters and play computers Call of duty or FIFA with a que of the reefa Aretha Franklin to the game, put respect on my name They envy like Charlamagne, sh** was never the same See, my flow is so mature, focused on the tour Need a wife and kids but I open and close the door, she confused I know her views I know her flaws but I don't know her well enough to put career mode on pause Childish but I'm stylish, they love and hate at the same time And I'm proud of this counter rap with this [?] n***as ain't touching me, the flow is crazy, these lyrics are f**ing bee They be spitting like Honey G No flows, no concepts, no hope, no content They say the same thing, ask [?], my flows complex