Can't Sleep

[Hook: J’sar] East coast niggas, knod you heard to this West coast niggas, throw your W’s up Down south, Midwest what is is Can’t go to sleep fuck counting sheep, I count chips [Verse 1: J’sar] Real nigga, live shit, sippin’ on henn They ask why on every song I mention I’m bent You want the truth don’t cha? The mirror my opponent My rap get you gassed no beans high explosive Hoes want closure, best lose my phone number I’m so Trump minus the fortune arrogant Heir apparent to anybody called rap’s king Like Killa Cam spit it fam nigga that’s me Tight cooch a give a playa Indian burns But nothing bacterial what’s the scenario Pacino and De Niro flow kill righteously Any man who got the pie but took a slice from me If I could sleep between photo shoots they wouldn’t have to photoshop Bags from under my eyes how I be posted up GQ magazine but nothing sweet ‘cause I’m unarmed got thirty niggas in black masks that carry heat [Hook] [Verse 2: J’sar] Call me the villain I’ll smile because I like it Kick a Robin Givens to the side no sidekicks Don’t worry who I’m wit’ these ready to die kids Blast Mr. Wallace when they not bumping my shit J apostrophe S A R Fifteen when I pump sixteens on rap songs My wrist cause damage like a nuclear bomb Got the world hatin’ on me they impose sanctions on me And even then I refuse to follow a trend I be on a different Earth you no where close to him He third person spit he superior verbalist Went to court the judge and jury said he fucking murdered it Word to real not in Pittsburgh but deal with steel Like those who make a living off at a mill I be the last nigga never have a son or a daughter J’sar the son of God I’m not the son of my father [Hook] [Verse 3: J’sar] Potent never been stepped on rap dialogue But I been slept on get woke by a firearm Call the shooter a rooster far from a deuce duecer Producer be the ruger certified try that Rappers calling Ty Black looking for ammo But never will compare to J apostrophe Rambo I prey on predators you wish you was competitor One shot your garments just got a little redder bruh Don’t force my hand of course I plan I don’t like to fail or post bail for petty crimes Who am I in case you don’t know A rap pro real heads dap me up though My minds twisted Kevorkian committed suicide When he heard my rhyme the wack fear it I’m that iller I’m that nigga who paint pictures No braille but well well the blind still feel it [Hook] [Outro: J’sar] First and foremost J’sar give a shout out to Virginia Maryland, the DMV, the Carolinas My niggas out in Florida, my niggas out in Georgia New Orleans, Louisian’ My niggas up in Boston, Mass’ Bean town bean town, smoking blunts in Cali’ Out in the bay, stretch to L.A. stretch to Hollyhood though Cincinnati Ohio though you know Chicago, Illinois ill town ill town Ayo stretch to Iowa, my peoples in Vegas though You know Texas though New Mexico Straight up Arizona, Phoenix what it is Ya nah’mean Manhattan, Brooklyn, Bronx Queens, Staten Isl’ New York New York baby Harlem, all around fifty states though