No Limit (feat. Happiest Kid in the World & P-Tree)

(At niiiiight! Hehehe. At night!)

Niggas act like I'm the same, as if they hope I am
But practice leads to change, and I haven't wanted to hold your hand
I magically hit with no aim, and my only plan's
To make you my biggest fan, I wait
But they only listen to a rapper when he's famous
'Cause the locals tend to be crap, and they dunno I'm right around the way
Pull my style out the grave, I'm overdue
Hope that you ain't cold just 'cause your type beats
Can't hold a light to my heat. bitch
I've seen way too many fight scenes
Please hold up a lighter if you're like me, just might be
If you're not, call a cop, 'cause brodie I ain't leaving
Simply not surprised to see people ain't hyped to be unique
They try so hard to hop on trends that they're rhyme thieves
And I just keep a beat machine beside me, for times I'm feeling blue
If I'm ever as real as you, then I need to improve
But for now I dodge the noobs, by simply walking with a smarter truth

When the fall comes, I can tell I'mma be falling down
The tall tales you told, they sold, and now I don't know how to cope
Ha, or so you hope, you fucking dope
You can't hold me down, I float without a motorboat
But I'm not saying I don't wish I had an engine
In fact it's getting me melancholy but destiny and love got me
My therapy what you copied, the terrible gives me options
And I turn them into song spins on top of bong rips
But if this song hits hard, you gotta give it up for SOLACE
The one who taught me to craft before i polished
The one who caught me while crashing
Will accomplish more than I can name
This is more than just a tired game to us
Remember days on the bus, and smoking haze til we slumped
We tasted skunk, and it was great to us
But all that made it was tough, we puffed way too much
We stuffed days into blunts, I'm glad we're shaping up
Hooray to Art Club

It's Night Times
It's Night Times, listen to this shit
It's Night Times Volume Three, shut the fuck up
It's Night Times
It's Night Times Volume Three
It's an Art Club classic
Cut your shit off
Volume Three, Night Times
Shut up, listen to this shit, bitch
Shut the fuck up
Night Times Volume Three