[Intro]
Freeband Gang
No sleep
They plottin'
The movie
Yee

[Verse]
Live from Hells Kitchen, It's only a few chose
By the time you start getting money, my money gon' be more
Check a n***a swagger, you n***as shoes old
You couldn't walk and step in my shoes, I'm solid as Gold
Back in the bowl, shit on you no [?], piss on you no [?]
Rip off your pockets, I'm gutter, go back in your asshole
The bigger the pot get, the drama it come with the money
The trips, the fame, the luxury whips
You talking that rich talk, I cooked up with a pitchfork
Lord forgive me for my sins these n***as need chalk
Your career already dead before you get on
Study my mixtapes, write about my fancy wardrobe
I embrace n***as, I made you a killa
Dope boy superior, Bloody green interior
As the plot thickens you n***as get more serious
Where your comfort come from
Your mom your dad your homies
They lied to ya you barely survivin'
Championship too you ain't coming back alive
The day I stop using Autotune thats when its gone die
Until then I create melodies thats influenced by promethazine
I was chasing bricks before I chased the dream
Plotting on a scheme
I smell the fake I smell the phony I smell the thieves
You can’t get rid of me
I'm a problem to be reckoned with, I'm wrecking shit
[Outro: Future & DJ ESCO]
Yo, what's going– whats going on, 'Sco?
Future, Where the fuck you at? Man, I’m over here at the goddamn— at the studio, I thought you was gon' pull up
Man, I can’t get no sleep, man, I been up a month straight, n***a, I ain’t slept, I been countin' money, n***a, my knuckles hurt, n***a
Man we got to turn up on these n***as man
They think a n***a sleep or something, man, I'm just countin' money
They think a n***a sleep?
Right no sleep
Say no more