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 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
[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