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Midnight love, love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
love
troubles plots on mind
love
leave your back open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for what never to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
way that I turn its still death after life
it dont me, I ain't got to lose
but some punks that probably turn the money to burn
but I cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight 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 was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
of the money makin muthafuckaz the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap sewn up
them niggaz trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit 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 lookin for the music the night before
1, he layin 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 banks 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 called by the hood
Daz, would you and ride for me,
hey yo Daz you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
love
troubles plots on mind
love
leave your back open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for what never to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
way that I turn its still death after life
it dont me, I ain't got to lose
but some punks that probably turn the money to burn
but I cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight 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 was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
of the money makin muthafuckaz the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap sewn up
them niggaz trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit 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 lookin for the music the night before
1, he layin 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 banks 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 called by the hood
Daz, would you and ride for me,
hey yo Daz you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs they run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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