Still Sleepin ft. Keralanka Lyrics

Does anybody know who you are?

You're no artist! Sucka, you suck!

I wanna know who still got doubts

Cause the bars come hard but I still got bounce

I've been counting up the money but I still lost count

Tryna keep me in my lane but I still got routes

I got fans up North but I'm still down South

It's been how many how many years? And I still got clout

Look, I'm the one they're having conversations about

And they're throwing curveballs but I straighten 'em out

This is verbal exercise, test my fitness

Got a hunger for the game, I'ma rep my district

Started writing raps had to check my image

But I work at a bank so they always had interest

How am I working for the man and tryna build a brand?

Life gavе me lemons and I openеd up a stand

I squeeze out bars then I serve you a minute-maid

I should be featured on lyrical lemonade

Every songs a different style, yeah I like to innovate

I don't really miss though like I got the weapon aimed

I mean I made "Hell Out There" for heavens sake

I break through the door, buy the house, then I renovate

Either way I need a second resume

It's too much for one, I think it's time to use a second page

All thanks to the rhymes I demonstrate

All thanks to the time I dedicate

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Everybody's waiting on you

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Everybody's waiting on you

Hush hush, motherfucker don't wake up!

Hush hush, all you bitches so basic

Faaris got 'em up with the heat, now I got 'em wiling

Heezy pushin' the rap product, we bout it bout it

La Di Da, I'm slick & fresh with the classics

But bitches interject for the bag

Labels want a piece of me, I cut em in with the shit

They claimin' they got the sauce, but double dipping the drip

Fuck ya minimum bag, my upper limit been lit

I'm breaking through all ya ceilings, still stuck with imminent risk

Student of the game, my environment ruthless but

They refuse to show love if accounts isn't lucrative

So motherfuck these plants, let's get down to the root of it

Ya'll been spitting dumb punches but my counter intuitive

The lighter the fluid, the darker the days

Start to decay my innocence, alarmed with the praise

Taylor made for the art and exchange

But still Swift to do you dirty, this shit Braun over brains

My foot down, I keep pushin' like Scooters

I'm beat butchering bitches, ya'll be shook of them losers

In the heat cookin' up, rappers still in abyss

Please stop acting like these kids that eat boogers and mucus

That's a tip for the snot-nosed

Pick up cilantro, bitch that's the don flow

Stick up cuz I don't play stations in the whip, rather body the DJ

And now these labels tryna hit me and get rich off a con's soul

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Everybody's waiting on you

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Times runnin out, the alarm's been beepin

Still sleepin, how they still sleepin?

Everybody's waiting on you

Hush hush, motherfucker don't wake up!

Hush hush, all you bitches so basic