Its Dark Out
Pierre Giovanni
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Bloody summer, Blood nights Ain't no gun shots warnings Ain't no tears, Just revenge Ain't no fucking morning Spring clean these F*ck N***as Bullets steady pouring Young N***as Dying under 18 Ain't it alarming To these f*ck N***as Steady exploiting Now Put yo Mind Into the shit that's important N***as whipping in a stolo Outstanding warrants N***as on the Corner Selling work to these junkies They snorting Robberies up on that blvd Ain't Got no patience Black Macs Black hoodies Sound like a Home invasion I'm trynna live my life stress free Like a fucking mason Arson charges Up on a f*ck N***a cremation Bitches cherry popped On corners Bunch of lost stems Walking lick an ATM I fuckin' dashed off 4am she on them drugs And now her mask off 4am I f*ck this bitch And then I dashed out Gun shot warnings and blank faces Now My mask on Ain't no love left in my heart Yea That shit past gone Ain't no love for no enemy Yea That shit gone I do my own dirt These niggas ain't to count on Wake up every morning to siren And Choppas f*ck flying These N***as dying left and right I'm tired of fucking crying These N***as slanging bones Then riot Who the f*ck supply it? These N***as losing pounds Off the coke Ain't talking bout diets N***as selling they souls For chains 30 bands Trap N***as Run through yo Spot like the Taliban These N***as snitching on they potna When shit hit the fan I don't f*ck with these N***as Like the Klu Klux Klan Black hoodie Black glock Black force Split his wig Like a married Getting divorce and You N***as rookies Y'all N***as Pussies Y'all ain't bout shit You N***as flawed Like the ass On Instagram chicks Time well spent You know that shit was wasted I'm blowing up more Than Osama and Al Quada You N***as outdated And over saturated Bitch I am underrated Bitch y'all are overrated You See I kid like foster See I murder yo roster See my flow hit like hooks From a punch from Tyson See I'm trapping more souls Than N***as name Bryson I'm a chef to these N***as By they stay biting I got these new hoes I got these new flows I got these clothes I got these new woah I got these new bitches I got these new riches I got a higher ceiling You N***as are my children I don't care for no clout I don't care about bout fame I don't care bout no other N***a That shit really lame Don't care bout no labels Don't care bouta name See Don't care bout no bitches See It's come with no gain I don't pop no molly I don't sip no lean I don't pop no xan I don't sniff no keys I don't pop no beans See Its a trending thing See that shit beyond me See it ain't my thing See look I been through depression Felt like a down time I do this music shit to cope With my damn mind I been through a lot of bullshit but the time flies I do this music shit it's my up And my down time
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