Lyrics:
the daytime with the light?
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it?
But will
Cold Summer Nights
You know what I mean
Young Muck, man, Muck G got a project comin' up
We workin', man shout out to everybody
That contribute
Being blocked by the shotgun and pray every day and night
Now I've gone a full day without some wackness heard
The One's speakin' absurd-
Are finally
for my people out
There workin' 9 to 5
Strugglin' to pay the rent
I'm talkin' openin' sacrifice
I respect the trops, men in blue
Firefighters too
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Blue cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain't met
bother
All i needed was bread
That aint my baby i took the test but i still loved her to death
The studio just had to wait hospital beds were our nights
I
out here
Workin' on the blues
So I carried on.
You can't be haunted by the past.
People come and people go.
And nothing ever lasts.
But I
of some type of a hustle
While my Mama workin' nine-to-five
On some nights, I be sittin' home alone
'Cause she'd be workin' doubles to survive
Makin'
drownin' in homicide
Never let the drama slide
We killers quick to let it ride
Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly
Niggas be yappin' but they scared
a check, spoil the Gang
Spend it on drank (Drank)
Fuckin up Moons
We in the Blue (Woo-Woo-Woo)
See I got the 'cedes
I'm swervin thru lanes and grippin
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me
I know a place where people like to go
In the virgin islands where the trade winds blow
c tropical vacation on the ocean blue
Talking about St. Croix
to my political groove
Rest in peace,
Sauce Brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
In the middle of the night
the stuff
Barrel-hoppin' coppin bricks, bags, burners and kicks
City slicker circlin' the strip, workin' them tricks
Like Friday night cruise in the coup, new
'can you stop by?'
We might drop another bomb
Make it long, 15 seconds in and it's another song
For you all summer long
Blastin' out your speakers
i call it triple six
Feeling lit i'm burnin up my lungs hope i fuckin live
Workin thru the night like a zombie you got me goin stupid
Dont be checkin
Now I'm workin', gettin' paid, no time for cleanin
All these stains, so these clothes are still bloody
From those nights I didn't study Finally out
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin
or drummin
Or rappin or hummin
Or writin or drawin
Or fightin or clawin
I know its life
Now I'm awlways workin and workin
Or rappin or hummin
Or writin
real
Life's hectic when I'm tryna chill
I got attention by tellin' the world how I feel
This is art in its purest form
I see blue skies I've been
fight
Ima keep on workin hard all day an all night
Neva gonna give up ima give all my might
Hadda a lot of people doubtin me up in my town
Run up on me
know what I want
I know what I want
Oh yeah
I been workin my way up
Tryna to perfect all the music I play
All the late nights that I stay up
Is why my
with that infinite age man
I never felt so old
Words on my mind were distinct I'm the page man
I never felt so bold
When I saw white light, and blue
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