Artie Customs - Wide Awake

I'm wide awake
It's 3 am
Ignore the paper cuts
Count again
Why sleep Why sleep
I push it
I'm counting Benjamin's y'all Counting sheep

I push it like a nigga push it how he suppose to do
He probably copping nada while I'm Probably copping 2
Probably cop a few just to skip the Rondevue
Next week with a freak on the beach Looking cool
You already know how I do, my Status hereditary
I been tearing up that pussy, you Know Tom and jerry
Parents never had it so of course I Gotta get it
Raise the rent on these bitches have Some pissed of tenants
I
Got that sauce, I don't need no water
Push it to the limit no break 4th Quarter
Tryna be like nino, I'm tryna be like Lucas
You tryna be like that nigga smoking On that tuky
Big blunts, don't choke
My lungs filled up with smoke
Roll the dice, it's looking nice
Roll again, hit it twice
Chuck the duece this a coop doing 99
Fuck some proof, gone like woosh drive thru the lights
I'm the nigga that skips the line
The one that skip out on a fine
Kicked my skipper in the Nile
No one runs it after I
Count bread, it's Big bank
Round table! I'm High rank
Green light fish tank
These Paper cuts they leave stains

I'm wide awake it's 3 am
Ignore the paper cuts, count again
Why sleep Why sleep
I'm counting Benjamin's y'all Counting sheep

I've been up 24 hrs plus after that
Like on the dead hoes swear no cap
It's a struggle just to wink
How the fuck I'm spose to sleep

That money keep on calling me I Been up bout a week
It's the grind it's the hustle
I be surprised you even noticed
I mean we both smoking doja
Only difference you ain't In motion
I been plotting since a yougin tryna Get it out the jungle
Shoutout all my niggas streaming I'm Just tryna get a bundle OH
Thought you was big dawg
Me I be like Clifford
We are not the same
OH how things seems to differ
Like right now you're probably Sleeping
Bitch be creeping Every weekend
I missed Her text Now she beating
On my door as were speaking
I was
Searching for answer somehow Ended up in Montana
Not the singer or the state
Getting knowledge from a dancer
Guiding light when I enter
Jewelry shine like a lantern
Need a thick Michelle tanner
Or at least a bitch with some Manners
OH
I'm that niggas
Like the one up on that stead
Paper chasing, chase that bag
Cop a bundle pop the tag
Check the dash, I be speeding
Bitches bad, They be demons
I got bread I be eating
Niggas mad, Fuck they feelings
Roll up when I roll up no controller She a freak
If I wasn't off these pills Still I Wouldn't go to sleep
Couple models in my sheets, high Thread count
Profits on the rise Double check the Amount
Double check the amount
Don't make me lose count
I got other shit to do
Fuck it count one more time
Big moves, That's boss shit
Grind til I can't
Grind regardless cuz

I'm wide awake it's 3 am
Ignore the paper cuts, count again
Why sleep Why sleep
I'm counting Benjamin's y'all Counting sheep

Written by:
Martell Minter

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