Alan Z - Don't Sleep

{Verse 1: Alan Z}
You see them chicks on IG?
You buy her premium snaps
She feeding me with your money
And sending me her Cash App
She sends you pics of her titties
Waist up while she’s on my lap
That’s what you get for thinking
Just cuz I’m Chinese I can’t mack
Sleep on me at your own risk
It’s time for the rude awakening
The music that you are facing’s
Curated by Super Saiyans
In laymen’s, I run shit like The Godfather out in Reno
Turn to Al Pacino
If you’re not Hispanic but call Alan “chino”
Finding somebody better? It ain’t likely
Kids wanted to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Lee
Which one? Choose one, Any one
Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Swae Lee
Deadly, Spike Lee
Whoa! You see the babyface
Subtle Asian traits
I don’t pay for play
And you couldn’t pay me to play it safe, no!
Hollywood dreams, so no sleep till LA
This for my peaches in the A
And ABGs in the Bay, be wide awake

Chorus:
I been counting money, you’re counting sheep
Feed the fam we gotta eat
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Yb feeling weak she on her knees
In my new designer sheets
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Said don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
I can’t leave the game, I’m in too deep
We’re Deniro and Pacino with that heat
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep

{Verse 2: Chow Mane}
Bitch wake up
I ain’t slept in like 2 days
In the studio 40 hours straight tryna get the whole crew paid
Demons haunting me
Tryna fight em off, Urameshi Yusuke
I don’t waste no time, bitch I got fire for that creme brulee
No loose change
Just big bank can’t take from me
Your bitch, she taste funny
From the Bay so I stay play runnin’
I don’t sleep walk i sleep make money
Wake up with a bag on me
I don’t dream i just do
All facts I speak truth
I rap with styles like I’m Sheek Louch
I’m organic, y’all see through
I’m the one bitch but I keep tools
These rappers just rap dudes
Bitch I’m tryna be a mogul
These rappers like melatonin
Just to understand I need rosetta stone
Fell asleep inside a yellow bone
And when I finished took her wallet and her phone

Chorus (2x)
I been counting money, you’re counting sheep
Feed the fam we gotta eat
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Yb feeling weak she on her knees
In my new designer sheets
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Said don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep on me
I can’t leave the game, I’m in too deep
We’re Deniro and Pacino with that heat
So don’t sleep, don’t sleep