The Night, Pt. 2
Sydmac
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Train snaking Thru the rotten apple Rapid I live in a hood Where goods get exterminated Danger roam the corners Like a ton of cockroaches Calculate approaches Get hung by your laces Down the mile We don't ever smile A threat to the night If you're in the clouds It'll Hijack many highs No one in the cockpit I'm chill Let my cock spit Stroking on a nice chick Got Me feeling like a maestro Waving my wand around As she moans in response I just motion out Done causing havoc here She a badge But she taking knees like Colin Kaepernick Thoughts jockeying for position I can hear the heater click I sit back in my seat In a metal box With wheels That be screeching Give a felon chills The news speaks of youngins With their melon spilled Never bet against the night Mean muggers scan the cars Like vultures, they gonna fly tonight Feel the pressure from their plight Looney eye extended Black hoodies It's a party bruh Your purse bagged goodies gurl Bystanders Reminisce Don't get in the way of those Tryna to make up deficits In this cold world Those with nothing to lose Are bound to leave you bruised Aint no refs, ain't no rules The nights here Stand tall Posing a grimy mood Posing a grimy mood Posing a grimy mood NYPD with a shocking surveillance video Of a shooting in Brownsville Brooklyn That killed a man and injured a woman You can see the suspect Walk up to a man pull out a gun And start firing All the types be out Hood boogers Looking for a snotty nose Horses with phat backs Stroll by Like cameos Skin black But shines with the darkest of the night Spot a skull Like mine In the crowd I give a dap That binds Our conversations About the stock markets Digital cash brackets Better move fast I look past We separate Wish him safe Outsiders think about the day Us niggas ain't promised that Still, we penetrate The blues lurk the street They'll Snatch your chick up For clues Cuz you got your cake up Your whereabouts Your moves As she crying on her makeup The same mouth that sucked your dick Could dig your ditch So be careful How you talk smooth To people Cuz Thoughts Moves Take off Like Evel Knievel Walk with God Cuz nights like this Evil will lead you If you let it They talk about rolling up Like movie credits I meditate Moving up the stairs With better credit I'm stops away I'm staying patient The corner of my eyes A fidgeting hand Reeking of hatred Spidey senses tingling I'm thinking bout the distance But the nights tends to linger I feel beat Supersonic glove When I'm reaching for the heat Hands on the hawk Handle that Like pistol Pete What a blessing The soul uses the body as a vehicle This trigger giving parking lessons Hippocampus shutting down Can't think past this moment It's My stop I move He follows I stop He moves I don't like being followed No response tho He walking dead I pull it out Point it at him Glossy eyes Staring at me Empty look Empty platform Never shook I brainstorms Colder than a night in February With a hailstorm He's headed for me Little did he know That ima give it to him I'm in too deep There's no return My finger grips A bullet strays Shaq at the line The way I missed him In the perfect way He grabs my face Looking into a deadly place Adrenaline rush In and out I feel no pain Icy vein Yellow padding Close to the rails Closer to hell Closer to God If you believe that Its harder to tell Hands travel on my neck Like James Hardens Extra step I peep the blast by steps I peep my life in a flash Say a prayer But I'm struggling Wonder where my Oxygen Can't Breath What's happening One of these will be my last Is this it? My family The last, but first to go Thought this was a dream Now I'm really skeptical But no Im built to last I pull him closer Mike Tyson, ears off He deaf now The night Starts to wear off My life almost fell off Fingerprints of the night On my neck Got me vexed He still lost Dash for my backup The blam I pick it back up If I shoot him It'll be the comeback of the century Mentally I knew this life was meant for me I'm street fighting Byson While I'm praying for my enemies I got one Heat cocked Heat hot Like a porn chick Ready for action Blast em No mercy Leave him fractions Wanted to take his chain That's a hood reaction Wanted to run away Felt my brain relaxing They tried to take my life But I rise I'm divine I really took my time Like a watch That's been mine I'm gone tho
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