[Intro – Drake]\nYeah\nYou know the vibes\nStill ridin’ with the ones who never switched lanes\nOVO…\nLet’s go\n\n[Hook – Drake]\nNo sleep, been on ten all week\nFell out with some brothers who were never that deep\nPenthouse views while I'm prayin' for peace\nStill I got demons that don't ever retreat\nNo sleep, I been up on a wave\nHeart ice cold, but I still misbehave\nLove too fake, so I ghost like a wraith\nTell 'em stay down, I'ma rise from the grave\n\n[Verse 1 – NLE Choppa]\nBack from the mud, had to dig with a purpose\nWhole squad strapped like we built for the service\nPain in my chest, but I flex on the surface\nClip got a curve like she textin’ me cursive\nSlide on the opps like I’m skatin’ on ice\nNever been scared, put the fear in they life\nWhip with no top, but I still keep it tight\nHood on my back like I’m Batman at night\nTalk real slick, get aired on the set\nWhole lotta rage, but I’m movin’ correct\nI was down bad, now I flex like a vet\nNow I got bands that ain’t touch me yet\n\n[Hook – Roddy Ricch & Drake (harmonized)]\nRoddy:\nNo sleep, no peace in my soul\nStill ten toes, even when it got cold\nVVS drip, but the pain real bold\nI been on the run, now my name real gold\n\nDrake:\nYeah, no sleep, been on ten all week\nSame old scars with some brand new sneaks\nTrust too rare, had to cut too deep\nNow I just vibe in the night with the beats\n\n[Verse 2 – Steppz]\nBack on the block with the whip imported\nDone with the beef, but the stick still sorted\nTalk like they live, but they all got reported\nMan got checked like the flight deported\nStepped in the spot, no games, no stutter\nBig boy drip, came clean like butter\nThey wanna talk, but they move like under\nI was outside, rain cold in summer\nMask on face, not for the virus\nIt's for the nights I was movin’ in silence\nOps online but they live in minus\nMy life real, no need for stylists\n\n[Bridge – Roddy Ricch]\nYeah, I had nights with no roof on\nHunger so loud, had to prove somethin’\nWhip that Benz like it’s stolen\nMade it this far, I ain’t foldin’\n\n[Verse 3 – Drake (Final Verse)] \nYou don’t know pain till your heart went numb \nSmiles all fake, I can see where they from \ nTalk real sweet, but I know they run \ nCan’t break bread if you switched for crumbs \ nI was that kid with a dream so vivid \ nNow I paint scenes that the world gone mimic \ nAll that talk never matched my spirit \ nI just ghost, can’t lie, I’m a cynic \ nGold on my neck, still heavy with shame \ nDid it for the fam, not a check or the fame \ nPut it on God, I ain’t playin’ no games \ nIt’s a no sleep zone, better stay in your lane \ n

[Final Hook – Drake, Roddy Ricch, NLE (layered) ] \ nDrake: \ nNo sleep, been on ten all week \ nRoddy: \ nRunnin’ through the night with no time for the weak \ nNLE: \ nPut that on me, I ain’t never retreat \ nDrake: \ nNo sleep zone, now the crown's at my feet \ [Outro – (Steppz & Roddy Ricch ad-libs):] \ nSteppz: \ nYeah...man never slept on the come-up Roddy: