KMX - Need Some Sleep lyrics

Hook(X3) I need some sleep You can't go on like this I tried counting some sheep But there's one I always miss Verse #1 Pop sh** about me you'll be dead today I cruise in the whip I don't ride in the MTA I'm out to SLEEPYS to buy my king sized bed today f** with me you'll be filled up with lead okay I'm doing my thing performing at concerts at Summer Jam I got no love for the government n***a f** Uncle Sam Some things in the world you just don't understand I do it for the streets and I does it for my f**ing fans People say I changed well I'm still the same guy I hit the mainstream crossed over like AI These rappers are so wack and pathetic Grandma a diabetic and moms got bad credit Blocks get sprayed up then you see the paramedics You do something stupid then you regret it I'm good with one hundred dollars stuck on my debit I'm the best in this rap game homie you can bet it Hook (X2) Verse #2 Times just keep getting harder and harder Cats call me the grim reaper like smush parker Well that's cause my lyrics on point guard They like X why you change your voice guard I do it n***a cause it works for me So shut your mouth cause you critics ain't hurting me I k** these tracks murder them in the third degree I got a friend in the hospital Hope he make it out of surgery Its all good cause they opinions don't matter Keith I keep sh**ting on n***as cause my bladder weak This my only shot I'm gonna take it I will never sell my soul nor fake it Last night I had a dream I didn't make it Conscious talking to me like we all go threw hell Keith I wish you well Keith No one wanna help Keith This life a nightmare can you take me off Elm street Hook (X2) Verse #3 If you a black man you definitely gotta work hard I was studying good grades on my report card When ya was getting high my head was in the books Meanwhile these young n***as still catching jux I grew up in the ghetto sh** is off the hook They expect us to be in jail or some type of crook A lot of cats lost they life for some type of look Only the strong survive you can't be no f**ing puss Survival of the fittest like Darwin said Money is the root of evil The things we do for bread It's a cold world sometimes I wish I was dead I'll give you the gun homie go ahead shell me out I been screwed over fake friends sold me out Missing pieces my life ain't complete I leave challengers in the agony of defeat But real talk dogs I just need some sleep Hook (X4)