11:30 PM

It's 11:30 PM
I see him lurking for certain
But I wouldn't want to be him
Because the way I do his BM

You know what it is
You know what you heard
It's the Burd
If you got man
Kick him to the curb
I reserve
The right to tell you what gets on my nerves
But you perfect
That explains why these niggas nervous
Run up a check and you gone see the hate follow
Biggie wasn't lying
More money
More problems
If she wasn't vibing
Why the hell she keep calling
She curved me before
Now I'm up and I got her
I see you jealous niggas all the time
I used to be you
So I can tell when it arises
Swallow your pride bitch
Before we both meet demises
My decline is not where your happiness lies in
But you probably thinking the opposite
I can't do nothing about it
I just hope he don't try shit
Got a lot to lose
Jealous fools are a high risk
So Ima keep the tool
In case a dude choose violence

It's 11:30 PM
I see him lurking for certain
But I wouldn't want to be him
Because the way I do his BM

Listen
Why you mad cause your wife on the tip
A whole lot of people lose they life for this shit
But what can I say
I like a thrill
I mean it got me where I am now
Taking what I feel
It got me through the trenches and the field
But I always knew it was a risk of getting killed
Over stupid shit
Got me hoping that a higher power do exist
And if it do show me proof of it
I'm losing it
For real

It's 11:30 PM
I see him lurking for certain
But I wouldn't be him
Because the way I do his BM
When it's night in the town
I know he want to try to murk me for piping her down
I leave the club
Took the usual route
I stop for gas
Some other car was on my ass
Pulled up hell of fast
The goofy hops out
And that's when I hear a blast
I fell to the ground
Next breath was my last



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Writer(s): Khalil Burdine
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