G$L

I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep

Said I make music, I don't eat
Keep my yoppa right on me try to do me
Grab my toolie then my yoppa finna eat
And that bitch gon' have a feast
Asian bitch, her name Ling Ling (Bitch)
And my goony keep that thing
Wet a nigga like a sink
What the fuck you niggas think?
I see demons in my sleep
I see money when I nap
I be dreamin' 'bout the cheese
That lil' nigga, he can't breath
Man I do this shit with ease
Shawty said it been a minute
See she dropped on her knees
She gon' drop down on her knees
Then I hit it with a breeze
Make her sing like Alicia Keys
Then I told her grab her key
Man, they fuck with G$L
Man, they fuck with TRVLLINESE
Man, I knew I've been that nigga
Since way back in like '03
Said I learn from my mistakes
I ain't needin' no OG if a nigga run on me
I go D Way with the heat
I go Curry with the three
Swish leave a nigga stink
Choppa make him dehydrated
Think lil' nigga need a drink

I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep

Hol' up, choppa with a beam
I be having lucid dreams
If a thottie say I'm sick, I
Be trying not to sneeze, yeah
Come and get your mans, 'fore
I up the lemon squeeze, yeah
I Messed up with a lame, he
Don't know how to get feed, yeah
My dreads in my face
I can't see like "Who is you?"
Had to learn to keep my cool
He talk down like "What it do?"
Get it do like peek-a boo
Now she tryna be my boo
I've been holding back too much
Now it's time to let it through
Ayy, walk down, I don't even like my school
If finessin' was a lesson
I could teach him how to move
Better hit him with that pressure but
He ain't got none to lose
I love money conversation, blah-blah-blah
Now pay your dues
I make him sing the blues 'cause
Lil' baby had to choose
Get that bag and make it move
My dad taught me to stick and move
I got cuts all up my body
You know I can take a bruise
Say lil' bro ain't built for this
You better think before you choose

I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep
I make music, I don't eat
I see demons in my sleep