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(feat. Boaz) Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress A marathon grind like I'm running from rest It's (5 o'clock in the mornin') Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock Driving by the cops Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap I'm a keep grindin' 'till I'm still shining like a diamond watch Me and boo here bringing you the truth With all night sessions we just living in the booth Strong balls like we spitting out 150 proof Take shots get loose 'till you spitting up yo' food (like ohh) You see 'dat I'm a need a recap Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip Need cash so I'm tryin' to move some trees fast Tell you where to meet at Ask you where the cheese at SongtextePeople 'round the city see the youngin' and respect the grind Puttin' in th extra time Guaranteed next to shine Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress A marathon grind like I'm running from rest It's (5 o'clock in the mornin') Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest [Boaz:] I rise before the sun come up and get my day started Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it And then my paper starts to roll in Money in paper bags Hammers with laser tags We grown men Out on the corner 'till the early morn' The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born You get stormed by these tight ass bars From being easy Mac Crusin' in lax smokin' weed with no season at There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (why?) Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us They get the BBS's radios play us Then we blaze in the Benz's And sit this off on BBS's And from P.A to Texas These niggas know about me International hustla can't get no snow without me Or get no dough without me Niggas gettin' hardly stackin' on 'er Early bird get the worm I'm knockin' at the cracker dome Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress A marathon grind like I'm running from rest It's (5 o'clock in the mornin') Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest Aus Songtexte Mania