Young Chop - No Sleep lyrics

[Produced by T-Mic Beats] [Intro: AC MAC] Ayyy, AC and Young Choppa, C4 entertainment You know we about to blow, we about to take over f** it. Man, I ain't been to sleep in about 3 or 4 days Tired as a b**h, but you know we grinding out here Young Choppa, ay, let's get it [Hook 2x: Young Choppa] I be on the grind, cause my family gotta eat Popping pills and no doze, I ain't never gotta sleep I ain't got no time to waste, not even a dime to waste Money on my mind so you know that's all I contemplate [Verse 1: Young Choppa] Money on my mind, paper on my thoughts Shout out to my street n***as, pray to god you don't get caught From the bottom of the mat, straight up out the f**ing [?] Choppa came from the gutter, so gutter how I'm is I'm gonna get it how I live, I'm gonna do the damn thang Until I'm riding in the hummer and my brother in the reigns Until the baddest b**hes bopping and the money is not stopping And them dom perignon bottles keep on f**ing popping Gotta do it with this rap, hope I do it with this rap Cause I don't want to go back to living life up in the trap Hustling for a f**ing dollar, hitting licks for a damn living I done been there I done done that, I ain't going back to prison If you with it then amen, if you ain't then f** your life I'm a bad mother "shut your mouth", n***a get it right Put my money over b**hes put my family over all I'm gonna keep on repping ENT until the day we fall [Hook: Young Choppa] [Verse 2: AC MAC] Realest realest rapping been about action since I was young Grew up in the gutter with hustlers, that's where I hung Ecstasy what I slung, trap houses I slept in I ain't really see a future that I could invest in Convicted without confession, I'm busting without protection A product of poor decisions, the prisons is where I'm headed Tattoos on my skin to remind me of all the battles I got b**hes on my dick, they trying to ride me like a saddle I ain't got no time for that, tell them hoes I'm busy b**h I be on my grind, been about my business Going for the gold, so victory what the vision is Count a million in my mansion; yeah that's what the mission is Gotta feed the family, and maintain my sanity Running in the race, but it ain't nobody fast as me You gone probably sprain some sh**, not me I was made for this Going for the gold, I'm gonna show you want impatience is [Hook: Young Choppa]