Текст песни: How Can U Sleep + перевод

AKA homicide

Yes, homicide

OG’s knew I had it poppin'

IG lookin' Photoshopish (it's lit, it’s real)

They just can’t take charge so they floppin'

New shit looking like it’s knocking

Rap game, not a game, well I ain’t broke so it’s cast off

Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie tryin' to close it with a

fast ball

I don’t even do this shit for money but they buying it in droves like it’s

half-off

If Dicky gotta show out there

You know he 'bout to show out there

Rol on my arm

Russ on a farm

Piston, new guard

They put the boy on the Jumbotron

Just to pump up the crowd

At my ten year reunion, like look at me now

Having good sex on the reg

New Tempur-Pedic, my bed

All of my lawyers are black

Shit is ironic as hell

But I guess that what happens when Jews started rappin'

Used to have turtles, no wonder I’m snappin'

Used to commercial, right, used to play Madden

No wonder they let me do both for a bag

I was not in a frat, I had never conformed

In a 2000 cab I had never performed

I ain’t takin' no L’s

Fuck what you sell

I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well

I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz

I don’t need sparklers, they know that I’m lit

I’m on top of the world, fuck all these girls

I prefer momma to play with my curls

I can tell all of you rappers ain’t thorough

Head hit the pillow and boom it’s tomorrow

But how can you sleep? (ew, ew)

How can you sleep? (ew)

How can you sleep? (gross, how?)

How can you sleep? (how? ew)

How can you sleep? (how? gross)

How can you sleep? (how? ew)

How can you sleep? (how? ew)

You still asleep

How many bitch ass rappers I gotta slap 'till they put on Worldstar?

Even though Q passed away

Pull a '38 out of my pocket and then cock it

Leave a nigga on an island like he in Castaway

Cock strong since them old Doc songs (thug life)

Like an old Pac song, outta my mind

The lights on, but I’m not home

Something is wrong with me

I done brought six strippers from Vegas home with me

Trees bought game to getting blown with me

FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me

Tell K good night, I’m hype, I might ignite

Plastic cups, Promethazine and Sprite

Man I don’t really know who’s song this is

Who’s weed I’m stealing and who’s bong this is

And I don’t really give a fuck 'cause I keep the ammo tucked and you can keep

on swinging from my nuts

But don’t say I can’t rap like I’m not a Rap God

Like I won’t break your fucking favorite rapper’s rap jaw

I don’t give a shit

Big or tall, short or small

I’ll cut your dick off and sit it on Trump’s wall

Then spraypaint «Fuck the President"it's evident

Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant

Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze

Ain’t grew up by a beach, to say you ridin' a wave

Man, I’m so glad that Guwop out

And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout

I’m right here, I don’t give a fuck who hop out

Don’t let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out

And don’t try me over IG

Don’t try to be subliminal and get it by me

I’m a criminal, I’ll leave you hooked to a IV

Next to Jimmy Iovine over hood shit, but-

We could start with rap shit

I ain’t never lost at that shit

Let me clear it up, Proactive

I could walk up in this motherfucker looking everybody dead up in the eye,

like we can rap for that shit

You’ll get embarrased

I’ll be in Paris, don’t compare us

Flow the rarest

Got bitches in the bed room, over sharing

Got an Aussie and a Brit like I’m going with Sharon

So apparent, Heir apparent

But I don’t want it next

Someone tell Complex it ain’t complex

And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex

I am checked the on now off the clock like compound

I’m really adamant, you’re really adequate

I’m really passionate, I’m Billy Madison

I’m the motherfucking graduate

Twenty ten with a pen, I didn’t plan this shit

My plan legit, I manuscript it

It was living by the candle stick

But for the plaques I had to mantle it

All my friends thought Dicky was a joke

Now they tryin' to see a show

Now they out of breath, tryna speak good

I remember everyone that didn’t think I could

Every publicist who thought that I was mocking hood

Look what what you were tryin' to stopping jerk

Look who tryin' to rap now

I don’t even fuck with you

If what’s done is done, how come I ain’t done with you?

And if it’s fucking done, come on how dumb is you?

Let me get another tissue

I’ll be crying 'till the fucking bank pull that card again

From Charlamagne to Busta, Game, to Puff, to Sway, Questlove, T-Pain,

from Snoop to Chainz, it’s all the same

Ain’t no debate, they know who fake, they know who great

You don’t know your place

Cameras around me, they don’t know your place

Shooters around me 'cause I entertain

I got 'em shooting they movie

I could meet a bitch on a Tuesday

Girls come to me

Don’t got jewelry

Don’t feel bad when I bust in my jacuzzi

Don’t eat ass but it still be lookin' juicy

Front page, coming at you like a news’ie

Hoes didn’t choose me, now I’m choosing

Now I got a Jap on knees like sushi

Lil' dick got vert, no Uzi

I might just pop that coochie, bruh

OG’s knew I had it poppin'

How can you sleep? Ew

How can you sleep?