I’m too woke to be sleeping through the night
Keep ya mouth shut speak to me with eyes
We outside always creeping through the night
We outside always creeping through the night

I’m too woke to be sleeping through the night
Keep ya mouth shut speak to me with eyes
We outside always creeping through the night We outside always creeping through the night


Truth be told
This what New York sounds like
Could eat you whole
Fuck that little sound bite

Don’t look at me sideways
If I peep you through the corner
Imma scream crime pays
And then leave you in a coma

Snatch ya soul and sell it
Like fuck it I got a profit
Stashing funds away
What I’m doings outta pocket

Aida’s nasty
Coming for the head on this track
Always classy
Nothing but respect for this rap

Flows filthy Soul and Gator
Lurking in the waters
Killing all you bitches
Merking all ya daughters

Perfect with the slaughter
We some twisted individuals
Bop ya head to it cunt
And listen to the lyrics too

They hearing you
But are they here with you
Will they cheer for you

When no one else is clapping
Y’all need help ya cappin

Lying for a living
Just like generation Z
Wake up mother fuckers
Now let’s get paid and eat

Come on



I’m too woke to be sleeping through the night
Keep ya mouth shut speak to me with eyes
We outside always creeping through the night
We outside always creeping through the night

I’m too woke to be sleeping through the night
Keep ya mouth shut speak to me with eyes
We outside always creeping through the nigh

You’re vindictive cuz you’re fragile
I’m vindictive/when the Spirits say
“A, let ‘em kiss the barrel
all I send are shots/like you vaccinated cattle
and I got a booster/I’ll hit you before you travel/these bars
rude and impolite/cuz you obeying laws
made by psychos
who trafficking human life
what’s the point of being woke
if you still gon sleep wit a lie
you asking them to fuck you/
And leave you/soon as they pipe
When a real one’s fed up/(uh uh)
that’s a sign to take cover/cuz every demon/getting killed
Just for pleasure/my fo’ fo’
blow/like a hoe
When you rent her don’t go broke/tryna show
you a spender my rap guns don’t get revoked
I clap drums wit flows/and leave yo’ ass stunned/like a stroke
got a rocket launcher/and I could launch that remote
I don’t even need a booth/to start blasting
I’m Han Solo
rappers ain’t a fan of me cuz they don’t wanna get overshadowed by truth
even killers couldn’t stand with me
My only hierarchy
is genius and insanity/and I reside between them
with thee exception of vanity/ahh
alligator now on the loose
I’m chilling/like a child on the stoop
they tryna corrupt the soul of a child
so I’m wild/and I chew
Santoro got a round for you too