G$L

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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 a 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

Since 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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