Future - No Sleep (Intro) lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - No Sleep Intro lyrics]
Freeband Gang no sleep
They plottin' the movie yee
Live from Hells Kitchen
It's only a few chose
By the time you start getting money
My money gon' be more
Check a nigga swagger, you niggas shoes old
You couldn't walk and step in my shoes
I'm solid as Gold
Back in the bowl, shit on you no
Piss on you no
Rip off your pockets, I'm gutter
Go back in your asshole
The bigger the pot get
The drama it come with the money
The trips, the fame, the luxury whips
You talking that rich talk
I cooked up with a pitchfork
Lord forgive me for my sins
These niggas need chalk
Your career already dead before you get on
Study my mixtapes
Write about my fancy wardrobe
I embrace niggas, I made you a killa
Dope boy superior, Bloody green interior
As the plot thickens you
Niggas get more serious
Where your comfort come from
Your mom your dad your homies
They lied to ya you barely survivin'
Championship too you ain't coming back alive
The day I stop using Autotune
Thats when it's gone die
Until then I create melodies
Thats influenced by promethazine
I was chasing bricks before
I chased the dream plotting on a scheme
I smell the fake I smell the
Phony I smell the thieves
You can’t get rid of me
I'm a problem to be reckoned with
I'm wrecking shit
Yo, what's going– whats going on, 'Sco?
Future, Where the fuck you at? Man, I’m over
Here at the goddamn at the studio
I thought you was gon' pull up
Man, I can’t get no sleep, man
I been up a month straight
Nigga, I ain’t slept, I been countin'
Money, nigga, my knuckles hurt, nigga
Man we got to turn up on these niggas man
They think a nigga sleep or something, man
I'm just countin' money
They think a nigga sleep? Right no sleep
Say no more
They plottin' the movie yee
Live from Hells Kitchen
It's only a few chose
By the time you start getting money
My money gon' be more
Check a nigga swagger, you niggas shoes old
You couldn't walk and step in my shoes
I'm solid as Gold
Back in the bowl, shit on you no
Piss on you no
Rip off your pockets, I'm gutter
Go back in your asshole
The bigger the pot get
The drama it come with the money
The trips, the fame, the luxury whips
You talking that rich talk
I cooked up with a pitchfork
Lord forgive me for my sins
These niggas need chalk
Your career already dead before you get on
Study my mixtapes
Write about my fancy wardrobe
I embrace niggas, I made you a killa
Dope boy superior, Bloody green interior
As the plot thickens you
Niggas get more serious
Where your comfort come from
Your mom your dad your homies
They lied to ya you barely survivin'
Championship too you ain't coming back alive
The day I stop using Autotune
Thats when it's gone die
Until then I create melodies
Thats influenced by promethazine
I was chasing bricks before
I chased the dream plotting on a scheme
I smell the fake I smell the
Phony I smell the thieves
You can’t get rid of me
I'm a problem to be reckoned with
I'm wrecking shit
Yo, what's going– whats going on, 'Sco?
Future, Where the fuck you at? Man, I’m over
Here at the goddamn at the studio
I thought you was gon' pull up
Man, I can’t get no sleep, man
I been up a month straight
Nigga, I ain’t slept, I been countin'
Money, nigga, my knuckles hurt, nigga
Man we got to turn up on these niggas man
They think a nigga sleep or something, man
I'm just countin' money
They think a nigga sleep? Right no sleep
Say no more