Verse 1:
Saying you could drive to the studio
4 hours of south of you, I’m at Purdue, like you would know
How many hours does it take to make a mental note?
Smoking the same weed, but your brain cells making funerals
Instagrams lives with your pussy ass gun
Smoking all the time, tryna do a shotgun
Blowing out the smoke before the gasp, nobody give a fuck
Got less likes than lizzo shaking ass, nobody give a fuck
Put yourself on pedestals, you never even peaked though
Make your life look like you gansta, know that is the cheat code
Know that’s just cheap route
Could have handled better
If you could handle your mental
Know the situation
I can’t stomach how you think though
You create the problem, pull the gun, like “is it me though”?
Am I the problem? pull the gun, like “is it me though”?
And I unfollow, and you create new accounts
Because you never got your clout
And I visited all of your hallows, checking the numbers, crunching the math right
Revisited your latest singles, 17 streams, enough to not act right
You hyping up all of the talk on your last one, 5 years ago, you sleepy enough
You reintroducing yourself by your rap name, weird thing to do when ain’t rap in months
In the family but ain’t a family member
Used to talk bout being comfortable, now only reached by letters
Used to think had some fans, all your greeters now are servers
So heat is now on up, and your permit’s still a learners
Chorus:
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t asleep
Verse 2:
I never really even thought twice
You used to be a decent person, can’t really diss you on your life
These new habitual patterns, See new reissue of manners
Get a grip on your sanity, we can do what matters
Put a grip on my family, this is family matters
I don’t want your apologies, I just want satisfaction
What you did really bothered me, what a poor route of action
Bet I won’t get a response
I left eight bars for you on Cigarettes
Then I left another eight because you had all my respect
Only took a minute and you lost it
Your mind never even crossed it
That attitude you brought, we don’t want, but you forced it
Premeditated
I think my cousin was baited
So you could keep one gated
Don’t think bout getting eloped
I’ll have your greasy ass in a chokehold
Cards down, but I won’t fold
All lies, but the truth’s told
10 more disses but I’ll come right back around
And make that circle close
Cards down, but I won’t fold
Coulda birthed you, but I’m controlled
Your future has been foretold
I’ll give you just this one, but you come back
I will impose
Cause your affairs are my affairs
We just finally got her back and then you hid her over there
She still thinks we are cool
Only person that she messages back in the family pool
Oh you think that I can’t make this whole diss track about you too
But I don’t wanna diss on you
Understand that you’ve been rude
You a gaslighter too
Chorus:
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you
This is nap time, everybody sleeping on you
A realization you ain’t been awake, the sleep is on you bitch
I'm tired
