M I D N I G H T (F R E E S T Y L E)
I feel like heaven ain't meant for me
I got demons calling my name, while the devil just sent for me
I need money power and pussy, plus everything in between
Been outside, been feeling the vibe
With these Gundry Ave symphonies
If we go for the win, we gone with the wind, just feel the breeze
That sting come with a rock, just hover the block
Lay low and slide, run from the shots
We pollinate killer bees
And I probably ain't rich enough
To cop diamonds from Tiffany's
But that ain't shit to me
That nigga got shot the other day
That type of shit we see on the daily
Bloody tee on the pavement
Y'all niggas point shaving
Niggas go outta town and can't even enjoy Vegas
Cuz the cops on us, got the drop on us
That Mike Tyson, got that box for us
96 Pac, I should fight you niggas
But I rather let my mans do it, I Suge Knight you niggas
Let your niggas die over your beef
That's why I don't like you niggas
Niggas dying over they drip, my niggas cry you a river
Like a bad bitch
I been snappin, and I ain't got no filter
Ain't been on the gram but a year
And these bitches following us
Got the rap game in a chokehold, so they swallowing us
El Pollo Loco, swarto off that dollar menu
Broke hoes sending me photos, okay I'm fucking with you
Broke code getting broken
You fold, but you don't bend
Last year I was hoping you was dead
Now I'm riding with ya
Praying I don't go to the feds if I slide with ya
Lately we both been seeing red
But if it's red in C, then you set trip
That Dead Sea Scrolls, can't let em breathe
Messy hoes, been in my phone tryna get with me
Leave me lone, my dawg gone off a felony
Right my wrongs, and thank God, this my legacy
And them niggas off that out in Medellin
I'm a activist, but no I will not sip no lean
And my niggas still in touch the way we signaling
You niggas do not want no smoke, don't want chimneys
Now I got your bitch posing, like a figurine
Nigga all we hear is crickets, nigga jiminy
And I got the city on fire with this midnight angel
Wear that blue in wrong places
Know them crips might flame you
Where that red, it's redrum
Know them bloods my stain you
It's math and trigonom, the way I push my angle
I don't trust nobody, but I trust my baby
Two hoes, one me, that love got tangled
But if she say she don't really wanna fuck, I hang up
Why I always talk my shit when I pour that drank up?
Nigga, fuck
I got demons calling my name, while the devil just sent for me
I need money power and pussy, plus everything in between
Been outside, been feeling the vibe
With these Gundry Ave symphonies
If we go for the win, we gone with the wind, just feel the breeze
That sting come with a rock, just hover the block
Lay low and slide, run from the shots
We pollinate killer bees
And I probably ain't rich enough
To cop diamonds from Tiffany's
But that ain't shit to me
That nigga got shot the other day
That type of shit we see on the daily
Bloody tee on the pavement
Y'all niggas point shaving
Niggas go outta town and can't even enjoy Vegas
Cuz the cops on us, got the drop on us
That Mike Tyson, got that box for us
96 Pac, I should fight you niggas
But I rather let my mans do it, I Suge Knight you niggas
Let your niggas die over your beef
That's why I don't like you niggas
Niggas dying over they drip, my niggas cry you a river
Like a bad bitch
I been snappin, and I ain't got no filter
Ain't been on the gram but a year
And these bitches following us
Got the rap game in a chokehold, so they swallowing us
El Pollo Loco, swarto off that dollar menu
Broke hoes sending me photos, okay I'm fucking with you
Broke code getting broken
You fold, but you don't bend
Last year I was hoping you was dead
Now I'm riding with ya
Praying I don't go to the feds if I slide with ya
Lately we both been seeing red
But if it's red in C, then you set trip
That Dead Sea Scrolls, can't let em breathe
Messy hoes, been in my phone tryna get with me
Leave me lone, my dawg gone off a felony
Right my wrongs, and thank God, this my legacy
And them niggas off that out in Medellin
I'm a activist, but no I will not sip no lean
And my niggas still in touch the way we signaling
You niggas do not want no smoke, don't want chimneys
Now I got your bitch posing, like a figurine
Nigga all we hear is crickets, nigga jiminy
And I got the city on fire with this midnight angel
Wear that blue in wrong places
Know them crips might flame you
Where that red, it's redrum
Know them bloods my stain you
It's math and trigonom, the way I push my angle
I don't trust nobody, but I trust my baby
Two hoes, one me, that love got tangled
But if she say she don't really wanna fuck, I hang up
Why I always talk my shit when I pour that drank up?
Nigga, fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Torey Brown
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