Vince Staples, Mac Miller, Ab-Soul, Larry Fisherman, Da$H - Sleep lyrics

Catch me on a drunk night
Throwing up a dirt bike
English dikes on the back and they screaming
"Fuck life!" to be honest, only fuck twice
My drug jacket got the thug stripes
I'm glad they hate me
They ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan either
Dip my blunts in ether
Chase the last name of Aretha
When they hear me through the speakers
Man these niggas know I mean it
The mannerisms of a genius
Models down to seen it
The flow is scenic, the ho is black
The car is European
Cream soda what we put the lean in
Fuck your team, your clique
Whatever you banging
I come through blunt lit, bucket low
Nuts hanging
Like nigga what? Nigga yawk! Niggas know me
The fucking dollar
Crossed to the dark side so
It's fuck Obi Kenobi
You active, motherfucker then show me
I tell your fucking wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you)

Yo, still searching for Easter
Pink on Easter Sunday
Black lip pastor Herb done lit the
Herb and passed it your way
Master with the nouns and verbs
You haven't heard the wordplay?
I'm the most def here, shouts to black Dante
The stakes is high
Who'd like to climb on my gate
Live from the last name of Kanye
I heard your whoop de whoop and blase blases
So when I cut you off consider Kendrick Lamar
You know it's all in the family tree
The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E
What can I say?
I left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard
I hope he don't crash trying to dash for it
Your bitch fucking like
Like I paid cash for it motherfucker, Soul!

It's Young Fisherman sinking
In Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel
So Minnie Riperton
Getting lit exquisite bitch
Live from the Wimbledon
Still sinning as Bill Clinton
That's ill pimping she butt naked swimming
I'm paying her no attention
Workaholic, got a TV show
I know you seen the crib
Nasty since a younging it's unsanitary birth
Watch this beat get buried in a hearse
Yeah I kill myself mac hippy analog
Rap midi turn the cameras off
I made you snap, I'll slap your bandana off
Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Claus
Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite see
I'm in ancient Greece getting
Head from Aphrodite mac is mighty
Got a bunch of whities actin' like me
I set the bar high, this a bizarre ride
Word to Pharcyde in plaid pants
Hit a hole in one on the par 5
Eyes closed drinking whiskey
Let the car drive these hoes thirsty
See the dick and they large-eyed

Never gave a dollar to the pastor
Hoes can't get inside my
Home without the password
My past worth was measured by those
Who got less then now
Safe to say you motherfuckers know
You like my style
Paved the way for they new found vision
Now they mad at a nigga
Call me dad when you preaching boy
Never one for tripping
Find me full-speed sprinting
While they yelling coldchain
Please tell me what it is and what it ain't
Niggas sniffling
Catching feelings while I'm laughing
To the bank chasing bitches that they'll
Probably never get, what a shame
Meanwhile I'll be sitting in
This critical acclaim
Walking drowsy off a plane
Drinking water in the rain
With your daughter trying to garnish
Her brain for future reference
I'm some shit you'll never see in the game
And if I could I'd explain
But this right here's the end