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Midnight love, love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for what never seems to come along
face stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a man
takin thangs my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused 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 breath
blow out left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
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 fuckin wit my 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 vest
he's for the music the night before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin for many muthaz son
life and darkness
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 by the hood
Daz, would you come 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 niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the blast five times
254 sentence to time.
love
I've been walkin 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 back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for what never seems to come along
face stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a man
takin thangs my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused 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 breath
blow out left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
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 fuckin wit my 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 vest
he's for the music the night before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin for many muthaz son
life and darkness
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 by the hood
Daz, would you come 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 niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the blast five times
254 sentence to time.
love
I've been walkin 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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