Night Shift
All the time I spent is priceless
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
Along with your side chick
Chicken and some rice shit
Never leave a crumb
Lil' mami read me like a psychic
I've been going dumb
You dunces cap in every line writ
Only keep the real ones 'round me close just like I'm Linus
Gotta keep a
Tight grip when they're tugging atcha
Flip out on 'em like a fuming spatula
But the drama it seems to follow me
Ha Ha Ha This is my comedy
Tossed to the flames quite commonly
Returned unscaved, the anomaly
Call it lottery way I got these scratches off
Loving college like Asher Roth
Never had the height for basketball
But stand on my ego now I'm Shaquille tall
Blow the whole Chase at the mall
Once prices up, I'm declining calls
Cuz this dick gon' need a more expensive jaw
You think you're two steps ahead but you're walking in circles
Rest in peace Abloh
My mind aligned with Virgil
Guiding my rhymes in a journal
Walk on the beat like Herschel
All the time I spent is priceless
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
The master touch, the midas
Speakers blow your sinus
Left you in the rearview, now she want me right behind it
Your highness when I'm rhyming
Throne encrusted diamonds
She load me up with pride which I just bust off in her eyelid
What are you blind? What are you deaf
I talk with my hands, leave my actions the rest
You speaking on Santo, you speaking on Noah
You speaking on death, bitch
I pull your card like a ref
Keep a tight grip on your deck
Life ain't calling out techs
If its a check or respect they'll be after your neck
Forgive, I won't ever forget
I am like none of you rappers
I been pass the bar, now I'm stacking up ladders
How does he spit like a monster, but look like a Mathers
Pointing out pigment but what does it matter
I'm drowning out chatter with clouds of the shatter
I've just been focused on tuning my habits and patterns
Natural for me to call verbal disaster
You eyein' my entrée, get slapped with the platter
All the time I spent is priceless
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
Along with your side chick
Chicken and some rice shit
Never leave a crumb
Lil' mami read me like a psychic
I've been going dumb
You dunces cap in every line writ
Only keep the real ones 'round me close just like I'm Linus
Gotta keep a
Tight grip when they're tugging atcha
Flip out on 'em like a fuming spatula
But the drama it seems to follow me
Ha Ha Ha This is my comedy
Tossed to the flames quite commonly
Returned unscaved, the anomaly
Call it lottery way I got these scratches off
Loving college like Asher Roth
Never had the height for basketball
But stand on my ego now I'm Shaquille tall
Blow the whole Chase at the mall
Once prices up, I'm declining calls
Cuz this dick gon' need a more expensive jaw
You think you're two steps ahead but you're walking in circles
Rest in peace Abloh
My mind aligned with Virgil
Guiding my rhymes in a journal
Walk on the beat like Herschel
All the time I spent is priceless
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
The master touch, the midas
Speakers blow your sinus
Left you in the rearview, now she want me right behind it
Your highness when I'm rhyming
Throne encrusted diamonds
She load me up with pride which I just bust off in her eyelid
What are you blind? What are you deaf
I talk with my hands, leave my actions the rest
You speaking on Santo, you speaking on Noah
You speaking on death, bitch
I pull your card like a ref
Keep a tight grip on your deck
Life ain't calling out techs
If its a check or respect they'll be after your neck
Forgive, I won't ever forget
I am like none of you rappers
I been pass the bar, now I'm stacking up ladders
How does he spit like a monster, but look like a Mathers
Pointing out pigment but what does it matter
I'm drowning out chatter with clouds of the shatter
I've just been focused on tuning my habits and patterns
Natural for me to call verbal disaster
You eyein' my entrée, get slapped with the platter
All the time I spent is priceless
Clocking in the night shift
Done had a convo with the moon and I became a Titan
You like it? Stiff arm with the right wrist
You just tryna make a mil' and
I just ate your sides bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Santorelli
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