How Can U Sleep (feat. Lil Dicky & The Game) (Explicit)

How Can U Sleep (Explicit) - Brain/Lil Dicky
LD
AKA homicide
Yes homicide
OG's knew I had it poppin'
Knew I had it poppin'
IG lookin' photoshopish
Lookin' photoshopish
It's lit it's real
They just can't take charge so they floppin'
Floppin' floppin' I love it oh the more
New s**t looking like it's knocking
Knocking knocking
Rap game not a game well
I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' s**t a hunnid like the Cubbie
Tryin' to close it with a fast ball
I don't even do this s**t for money but
They buying it in droves like it's half-off
If Dicky gotta show out there
You know he 'bout to show out there
Rol on my arm
Russ on a farm
Piston new guard
They put the boy on the Jumbotron
Just to pump up the crowd
At my ten year reunion like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic my bed
All of my lawyers are black
S**t is ironic as hell
But I guess that what happens when Jews started rappin'
Used to have turtles no wonder I'm snappin'
Used to commercial right used to play Madden
No wonder they let me do both for a bag
I was not in a frat I had never conformed
In a 2000 cab I had never performed
I ain't takin' no L's
F**k what you sell
I barely pay for my drinks doin' well
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz
I don't need sparklers they know that I'm lit
I'm on top of the world f**k all these girls
I prefer momma to play with my curls
I can tell all of you rappers ain't thorough
Head hit the pillow and boom it's tomorrow
But how can you sleep ew ew
How can you sleep ew ew
How can you sleep gross how
How can you sleep how ew
How can you sleep how gross
How can you sleep how ew
How can you sleep how ew
You still asleep sleep ya
How many b***h a*s rappers
I gotta slap 'till they put on Worldstar
Even though Q passed away
Pull a '38 out of my pocket and then cock it
Leave a n***a on an island like he in Castaway
Cock strong since them old doc songs thug life
Like an old Pac song outta my mind
The lights on but I'm not home
Something is wrong with me
I done brought six strippers from Vegas home with me six
Trees bought game to getting blown with me
FaceTime with Karrueche they on the phone with me
Tell K good night I'm hype I might ignite
Plastic cups Promethazine and Sprite
Man I don't really know who's song this is
Who's w**d I'm stealing and who's bong this is
And I don't really give a f**k
'Cause I keep the ammo tucked and
You can keep on swinging from my nuts
But don't say I can't rap like I'm not a rap God
Like I won't break your f**king favorite rapper's rap jaw
I don't give a s**t
Big or tall short or small
I'll cut your dick off and sit it on Trump's wall
Then spraypaint f**k the President it's evident
Hip Hop dead them new n***as irrelevant
Different color braids you n***as stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by a beach to say you ridin' a wave
Man I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a f**k what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here I don't give a f**k who hop out
Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out me
And don't try me over IG
Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me
I'm a criminal I'll leave you hooked to a IV
Next to Jimmy Iovine over hood s**t but
We could start with rap s**t
I ain't never lost at that s**t
Let me clear it up Proactive
I could walk up in this motherf**ker looking everybody
Dead up in the eye like we can rap for that s**t
You'll get embarrassed
I'll be in Paris don't compare us
Flow the rarest
Got b***hes in the bed room over sharing
Got an Aussie and a Brit like I'm going with Sharon
So apparent heir apparent
But I don't want it next
Someone tell complex it ain't complex
And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex
I am checked the on now off the clock like compound
I'm really adamant you're really adequate
I'm really passionate I'm Billy Madison
I'm the motherf**king graduate
Twenty ten with a pen I didn't plan this s**t
My plan legit I manuscript it
It was living by the candle stick
But for the plaques I had to mantle it woh
All my friends thought Dicky was a joke
Now they tryin' to see a show
Now they out of breath tryna speak good ah
I remember everyone that didn't think I could ah
Every publicist who thought that I was mocking hood
Look what you were tryin' to stopping jerk
Look who tryin' to rap now
I don't even f**k with you ha
If what's done is done
How come I ain't done with you
H*e
And if it's f**king done come on how dumb is you
Let me get another tissue
I'll be crying 'till the f**king bank pull that card again
From Charlamagne to Busta
Game to Puff to Sway Questlove
T-Pain from Snoop to Chainz it's all the same
Ain't no debate they know who fake they know who great
You don't know your place no
Cameras around me they don't know your place no
Shooters around me 'cause I entertain uh
I got 'em shooting they movie ya
I could meet a b***h on a Tuesday
Girls come to me
Don't got jewelry
Don't feel bad when I bust in my jacuzzi
Don't eat a*s but it still be lookin' juicy woh
Front page coming at you like a news'ie
Hoes didn't choose me now I'm choosing
Now I got a Jap on knees like sushi oh
Lil' dick got vert no Uzi ha
I might just pop that coochie bra
OG's knew I had it poppin'
How can you sleep ew
How can you sleep