Night Ride

Wake up in the morning, check my bank statements
To say that I've been stacking is an understatement
I used to rush to make it happen, I just started waiting
Started praying, manifesting

Had to write down my plans, stop guessing
Had to clear out my mental, keep it simple
I can't play around with you niggas or my potential
I don't never point no fingers, I just find solutions

Niggas tough on the computers, got no troubleshooter
And I make music for the lonely hustlers
Who be driving at night
After they drop their homies off

I ain't even gotta rhyme, I'm just rapping my life
Just for the baddies who ain't into the hype
And I make music for the lonely hustlers
Who be driving at night

After they drop their homies off
I ain't even gotta rhyme, I'm just rapping my life
Just for the baddies who ain't into the hype



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Deas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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