Sleep, lil baby, dry them eyes, move on

Blocked at the gate, still you lurk, still gone

Sleep, lil baby, quit pounding that wall

I don’t owe you a look, not a glance, not a call

Sleep, lil baby, stop chasing my name

You got shown the door, still you camp by the frame

Sleep, lil baby, you doing too much

Got blocked and still reaching like one more touch

You keep trying to get my attention, that’s sad

Door shut, line dead, and you still coming back

Whole page in a spiral, whole mind in a knot

I blocked you already, take the hint that you got

You hover round the feed like a moth with a grudge

Keep begging for a peek, I ain’t giving a nudge

I write every bar with my hands on the wheel

You harass for a buzz, I don’t chase what ain’t real

Begging on your knees for attention like please

“Save me, daddy ChatGPT,” down bad with disease

I don’t need a prompt just to sound like myself

You keep scraping for crumbs off somebody else’s shelf

You wanted a feud, but you turned into spam

Refreshing for a sign like I owe who you am

That’s the part that gets me, all that fuss for a bite

I blocked you in silence, you still bark through the night

Sleep, lil baby, dry them eyes, move on

Blocked at the gate, still you lurk, still gone

Sleep, lil baby, quit pounding that wall

I don’t owe you a look, not a glance, not a call

Sleep, lil baby, stop chasing my name

You got shown the door, still you camp by the frame

Sleep, lil baby, you doing too much

Got blocked and still reaching like one more touch

You don’t write your pain, you just angle for views

Manufactured a mess, now you drown in the proof

I build mine from pulse, every cut, every bruise

You keep fishing for likes and then call that the truth

You copy the posture, then beg for the spark

But a borrowed little act still falls apart in the dark

I made me a lane, you keep stuck in pursuit

Trying hard to look bold while your roots stay mute

Blocked and you still doing laps round the page

That ain’t passion, that’s thirst wrapped up in a rage

Can’t handle no silence, can’t handle no “no”

So you turn every feed to a pitiful show

You want me to see you, that’s all of the plot

No depth in the swing, just a tantrum you brought

I don’t gotta chase down a room for applause

I write my own cuts, you keep clawing for cause

No reply, no pass, no reopening doors

Still you scratching the paint just to settle old scores

No co-sign coming, no secret invite

You got blocked for a reason, read that right

Sleep, lil baby, dry them eyes, be still

You got blocked once clean, I can block you at will

Sleep, lil baby, quit chasing that thread

You keep knocking on a house where the signal is dead

Sleep, lil baby, let go of the act

I wrote mine from life, you stitched yours from lack

Sleep, lil baby, that hunger looks rough

You got barred from the room and you still not enough

No, you can’t get in through the verse or the mess

No, I’m not impressed by obsession in dress

I wrote my own weight, never begged for a lane

You got blocked and kept reaching. That’s wild. That’s the stain.