Sleep for Dinner - Cherp, Fred The Godson

What up, Fresh?

Yeah

It’s Cherp, nigga!

Who else?

Got love for the victim but respect the shooter

You should stay up outta traffic if you can’t maneuver

Dude started out clappin' now they the users

Schooled by them O-Gs, now I’m the tutor

I ain’t no wrestler so when I got a grip to slam you, closed casket so nobody

else can look at 'em

Forty in my handbrush, nigga, I’m a fuckin' menance

So keep actin' bad and get your seed ended

No yellow tape just move with caution

Like a kick to the stomach, Stunnin', I’m Steve Austin

Don’t get it twisted like you do contortion

I’m in the newest Porches

Backpack should be signed to Ronkers

Played them corners from Carolina to V-C, scorin'

Get your shit shut down, nigga, I’m Josh Norman

Break you down to a fraction, it’s mathmatic

Pay me or late sleep, nigga, I’m Craftmatic

I ain’t worried 'bout who frontin', nigga, it’s the backstabbers

So break bread or get your shit sandwiched, nigga

Br-br-break bread or get your shit sandwiched (yeah), nigga

If you never had sleep for dinner (right), I don’t feel you-I don’t feel you

(Nigga, I don’t feel you)

Hey, yo, Cherp, tell them niggas up top, I know I’m ready

If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you

Huh?

Okay, clear it out though (Nigga, I might kill you)

It’s goin' down!

Hand full of hallows

I’m dancin' with the desert like walkin' with Sandman at the Apollo

They could shot at a cow but as far as I know, I missed my shooter like Dwight

Howard with the follow

Told Spark and hit a flatline like new whips in close parkin', I’m in the post,

pardon

Now your girl stressed 'caues of her baby like postpartum

He Kylie Jenner soft, why think that I won’t rob 'em?

I hit Cherp on the chirp

Still use the Nextel to move the work

For the record, the we gotta work merc

The prosecutors, they called it the red alert

We grind it to the gristle

Music is secondary, that’s why we rhymin' with a pistol

Had stress for lunch, sleep for dinner

You in the streets with a winner

Godson

If you never had sleep for dinner, I don’t feel you-I don’t feel you (nigga,

I don’t feel you)

If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you (Nigga,

I might kill you)

(Nigga, I might kill you)