[Chorus]
All in all there's no sleep
No remorse no candy floss
No know it all
Just go record
Make all the songs
That never pause
Keep going on the whole week
Loosing all of my homies
All because of my own dreams
Now I'm up and close enough to blowing up because we don't sleep

[Verse 1: Tumi]
Damn right we don't sleep
Fuck 'em all with no bleep
I am boss of Motif
Hold heat like Shuttlesworth in OT
Double beds don't know me
Might take a vacay to rest my head
But heads get no rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get focused man
So they're on that Bruce Sebitlo
Bedroom studio CEO
Oskido and Mindlos and Cleos
Getting money out the blue like e-Tolls
No free load no hero shit
No Biko No Steve but we gon' win
Go Hiroshima
With a flow that'll kill a River
Like Oscar Peter

[Verse 2: Ginger Breadman]
That's protocol
I told the moms
I'm gon' be gone for very long
I'm going hard on every song they put me on, my hommie
Realising my own dreams
Pulling Oscar on every track
I'm just tryna find my own feet
Making time for my own peeps
Sometime a promise I don't keep
Not because I don't want to
Just because I'm close enough to blowing up
You know wassup and then we gon' eat
Inception I'm pretty much living out another man's dream
Competition's worst nightmare on any street
The reason they all can't sleep

[Chorus]
All in all there's no sleep
No remorse no candy floss
No know it all
Just go record
Make all the songs
That never pause
Keep going on the whole week
Loosing all of my homies
All because of my own dreams
Now I'm up and close enough to blowing up because we don't sleep
[Verse 3: L-Tido]
Yeah
It's Glitz gang and Showlove
Yeah fuck that old beef
Had to hit the stu up and link up with Motif
When Real n***as unite it's more money and mo cheese
Now lames gotta pay homage and bow down on both knees
(All in all there's no sleep)
You must see the grind
I know they hate you see me shine
Wanna be in my shoes so much
Damn I should drop a sneaker line
I'm on a paper chase
Got no time to please these dimes
Chuck a deuce when I'm getting brain
That's what I call a piece(peace) of mind
You know my style (???) I'm sipping on the finest whisky
I'm a G I move units but i never sign with 50
Never trusted n***as no new homies at all
I know JR said make it bigger
I prefer my circle small

[Verse 4: Reason]
I'm getting the feeling
I'm getting addicted to hearing good things about me
My rap is extended to generous measures even Motsweding announce me
There's some who are not even convinced of the heaters I spit
But I'm easy because…
This season's a game is a circus with many are tricks
But none in the ring can clown me
Sometimes I feel like I'm spitting an ocean of flows and everyone's drowning
Surrounded by all of these props around me
Like I was Andy Wachowski
I'm thinking how can they doubt me?
They thinking how can you not sleep?
I'm thinking the most I spent on my sons was a funeral paid with rhyme schemes
Rest in peac to lil' O
May God accept his lil' soul
I do my best to live with the fact that he'll never see me kill shows
Till I fall they will know
That Reason the Mass is real though
If not then I guess they're fuckin theyselves like mammies at home with dildos
You can call me Ginger
In the end I'm keeping it Trill too
Got a club hit from a kid who can't legally get into clubs though
And I'm not even club though
Just friends with people who run those
I'm friends with people who love dough
In a nutshell it's because we don't sleep
[Verse 5: Moneoa]
Close your eyes and let them take a seat on your throne
Ain't nobody tired in the land of the grown
Paper chasin my heartbeat
Only relax when we're six feet
Tryna sow what my bank reaps
Salary come on a daily
25th and I don't blink
And I'm still not tired
Money's awake so we don't sleep

[Bridge]
I be up all night (Because we don't sleep)
I be up all all night living life through these city lights
I be up all night getting mine cause (Because we don't sleep)

Money's awake so we don't sleep