Nightwalker

The night stalker
Tight rope walker
Rap like Waka Flaka but much more awkward
Dirty pill popper they been copping from the doctor
A couple Adderall and they some real big talkers

Look
This Shakur vs Big Poppa
So sip vodka with them thirsty dick hoppers
Ms. Prada
Bad just like her momma
Gucci bag copped from Dolce and Gabbana
Looking at me
But ma, I won't cop you nada
That's big smoke that I got from selling product
Narcotics I'm a star or a large comet
And each bar's nasty it tastes like charred vomit

Fuck
Oops I mean gosh darn it
Pitbull that bites the hand on my dog harness
Look
I tried my darn hardest
Still an underground rapper not a top bar artist
The sauce is alla vodka on the pasta alfredo with the lobster
Self made mobster in Balenciaga joggers
I'm outside with it in the street like Frogger
I'm outside with it in the street with a charger

They claim that I'm the hardest but this shit gets harder
They swear I'm clever, never
I'm Neville Longbottom
Sleep with the devil
It's whatever, let him

Walking through the streets in the thick of the night
Fog clouds my mind
Thinking of ways to make a better life with this music shit
Doing what I can with these loops, these kicks
These boots will hit the ground running first second they can my man
If I could just land a couple grand
And quit fucking with these pots and pans
Keeping me down like quicksand
I don't want that shit to disband the band again
I've experienced that first hand

Gotta quit second guessing
It's RPR all day you know we radio pressing
We don't need to press in to fit the groove
I finessed this hit with just some drums and a couple flutes
Can you feel it in your glutes
My man DOM over here in a mask and a jumpsuit
Damn, I mean shoot
I've had some too many brews and I hate to break the news
But, but
But our time is overdue
So either hop in or get screwed
You don't wanna end up like dude do you



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Frates
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