was a Lil unsure in the first halibut that second part hard af

NO SLEEP IN THE CITY

TED TALK

I wrote this because I be in my bag about how trash everything can be sometimes. I be tired of the bs, and even more tired of not doing anything about it. Check it out:

Aye look im tired of my bullshit huh,
So can I take off all this cool shit yeah?
It was funner When I aint knew shit nah, 
At least im free (3x)

But I cant justify the foolish nah,
I need to get back to a pulpit yeah, 
I got mountains im tryna move quick y’all, 
But you know me, but you know me, now you know me 
—

So ima wake up in the morning dawg,
Im running late, but tell me what’s new y’all, 
I just dont gaf about nun dawg,
If I aint winning nothing else matters to me, 

I gotta work but ima call out tho,
We understaffed but you won’t see me today,
We over worked, misunderstood and underpaid,
Another story in the USA 
—

So look, It’s been a while since a youngin done spit what came to the fence, 
Im a yard away from harder days, all the bars that I’ve bent to see
neighborhoods I can’t stay till returns is  made off the rent

It’s just another way,
To say modest pay, been a lil bitch,
It’s another day to make honest pay

For a ceo who don’t care if I’m there or quit,
Or don’t care bout a callused fist that’ll probably make million dollars for him fo the summers end,
And that’s nothing I take it personal, that just is what it is, 

So I’m still on the block tho, still moving dope to make this dream shake with olojuwan flows, 
Off of east Houston, moving with Fazo, 
I scraped at heavens floor to keep my mouth froze,  
Cause from this never ending smile these kids gone hear some causes they gone die for, 
I look inside the mirror, see a kid that they gone ride for, 
And it’s not cuz I’m most fly and the most prideful 
It’s cause I’m still that kid that’s from yo crib out spitting fire from the fence,
I grabbed my bag and I left that yard, and I been shining ever since, like that

Cause they said that there be days like this,
Well I want days where they say J done got rich, 
And made gifts flip,
From the misfit kid wit a chapped lip,
fist bent lens that been cracked in,
Spinned that shit to this cat spittn dawg,
ill kill It even then

Im the young nigga, who the gun missed, but I shot up even still,
From that one city, that they chat bout if you get robbed or you killed, 
But im gone get it, 
Cause my road different 
If I walk crawl and ill kneel,
The only promise that I made is I wont stop and never will,
—

Aye look im tired of my bullshit huh,
So can I take off all this cool shit yeah?
It was funner When I aint knew shit nah, 
At least im free (3x)

But I cant justify the foolish nah,
I need to get back to a pulpit yeah, 
I got mountains im tryna move quick y’all, 
But you know me, but you know me, now you know me

Just Another Day

"Back In Office" 
From the private collection of Saba and No I.D. 
Written by: Saba 
Produced by: No I.D.

[Lyrics]
Written by: Tahj Malik Chandler and Ernest Dion Wilson 
Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 
I hear niggas rap and can make salsa 

Tomato Tomato it’s all sauce less 
This feel like draino to y’all faucets 
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow 
They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home 
My granny working hard, the main person I call up on 
Gold chain hang from my collar bone 
I was the same guy in her college dorm 
And I ain’t never had a college dorm 

Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta 
I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters 
Some call me Saba, others call me Saba 
As long as it’s love it’s not a problem 
I fillet a voyeur, like I'm Oscar de la Hoya 
Fuck is y’all looking at? 
Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil 
They like fuck is y’all cooking crack?

Got niggas asking, is it jazz or is it rap?
I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at 
In the sky I could write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don’t even have to match 
I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match 
When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match
Like a smoker looking for a light patting they jacket flaps 
Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac 
That’s 
Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 

This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps 
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that 
My city like Gotham, but no I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah they will take half of that 
I am not a hunter but I grew up in that habitat 
Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche 
Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had 
Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like i’m Bangladesh
 
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009 
I was but a young lad waiting to have my time 
knew that one day my story’d be celebrated 
I guess I’m still waiting, so fuck it imma take it 
Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts 
Acting like a ruler but could never measure up 
Knew myself enough I never questioned what I was 
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood 
10 years plus now I been this good 
Honey on me now she heard about the buzz 
Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month 

Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 
I hear niggas rap tell em take caution

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