Midnight Rounds (feat. Kash-Dat)
Ay, Pop, this for you, man
Ay, Ron, what's up, Unc
We been the ruler, get popped wrist, uh
You niggas better get movin' to pop shit
When I aim, I draw quick
I'm sick, it's like nonsense
I'm reachin' for all the glory, bitch, I'ma get mines back
Who said they armor better? Let's test it and shake the pepper
Bitch, Peter gon' pick a piper and whack you when I say get him
He sleep, so he not ready
I'm up, five in the mornin'
I'm already winnin', bitch, at the bank, where a nigga snorin'
I sleep next to the money, wake up and then add some more of it
They ain't ask me to come and play, but the only one that's gon' score
My points breakin' the board, my dick stuck in the jaws
My man snuck in the hammer and I snuck in the rod
I see it's no winnin', if I'm still competition
The prize for first place is murderin' my opponent
My mama told me she love me, my daddy told me a poem
It said "if a nigga jump when you buck then nigga, you own him"
We not carin' about your problems, I'm not the one to solve them
But if you commit a murder, then nigga better dissolve him
No trace, no face, no case, no brakes
A town on the fuckin' pedal, pretend it's a nigga's face
M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
This a hypothetical, phenomenal obstacle, that ain't stoppin' me
I'm all about the cheddar, the bread, dough, and the broccoli
Treat your bitch like a canvas, splat paint on her like the artist be
Then admire my work, they in love with a nigga artistry
Honestly, I don't think no one hard as me
Probably need to have five breaks, if you thought you was close to stoppin' me
Niggas ain't on my level, you ain't even make it to level three
I snatch a nigga bitch, have her drippin' like rose petals be
Red Rolls Royce seats, so that you won't see the blood on it
Holes in him with bullets, lookin' like he a blood donor
Straight catacomb him if he owe me money
Knock off your jaw and have you laughin' to the bank, give me that funny money
Make him swallow bullets since you got a appetit, Harley bust right on your tongue, I know that shit ain't tastin' right
I'm the man with the steel, you ever seen the Man of Steel totin' kryptonite?
Now that can be a scary sight
I hit your bitch and I ask her what we gon' do tonight?
She ask me if I'm comin' over? Uh, shit I might
This shit, hit harder than five gigabytes
I told her that I'm on what she on, she said that sounded fine
M.D.B
Ay, Ron, what's up, Unc
We been the ruler, get popped wrist, uh
You niggas better get movin' to pop shit
When I aim, I draw quick
I'm sick, it's like nonsense
I'm reachin' for all the glory, bitch, I'ma get mines back
Who said they armor better? Let's test it and shake the pepper
Bitch, Peter gon' pick a piper and whack you when I say get him
He sleep, so he not ready
I'm up, five in the mornin'
I'm already winnin', bitch, at the bank, where a nigga snorin'
I sleep next to the money, wake up and then add some more of it
They ain't ask me to come and play, but the only one that's gon' score
My points breakin' the board, my dick stuck in the jaws
My man snuck in the hammer and I snuck in the rod
I see it's no winnin', if I'm still competition
The prize for first place is murderin' my opponent
My mama told me she love me, my daddy told me a poem
It said "if a nigga jump when you buck then nigga, you own him"
We not carin' about your problems, I'm not the one to solve them
But if you commit a murder, then nigga better dissolve him
No trace, no face, no case, no brakes
A town on the fuckin' pedal, pretend it's a nigga's face
M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
This a hypothetical, phenomenal obstacle, that ain't stoppin' me
I'm all about the cheddar, the bread, dough, and the broccoli
Treat your bitch like a canvas, splat paint on her like the artist be
Then admire my work, they in love with a nigga artistry
Honestly, I don't think no one hard as me
Probably need to have five breaks, if you thought you was close to stoppin' me
Niggas ain't on my level, you ain't even make it to level three
I snatch a nigga bitch, have her drippin' like rose petals be
Red Rolls Royce seats, so that you won't see the blood on it
Holes in him with bullets, lookin' like he a blood donor
Straight catacomb him if he owe me money
Knock off your jaw and have you laughin' to the bank, give me that funny money
Make him swallow bullets since you got a appetit, Harley bust right on your tongue, I know that shit ain't tastin' right
I'm the man with the steel, you ever seen the Man of Steel totin' kryptonite?
Now that can be a scary sight
I hit your bitch and I ask her what we gon' do tonight?
She ask me if I'm comin' over? Uh, shit I might
This shit, hit harder than five gigabytes
I told her that I'm on what she on, she said that sounded fine
M.D.B
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Drain Jr.
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