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Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, love, ohhhhh
midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait for what never seems to along
face lookin broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's for the music from the before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
solved, but revolved with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been the street
love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait for what never seems to along
face lookin broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's for the music from the before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
solved, but revolved with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been the street
love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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