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Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
midnight love
troubles plots on mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
love
this heaven's ready for me
love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems 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 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 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 last breath
blow out life whats is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn 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 in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
and is how my life was
puttin the serve for 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
jealous cuz my music got this rap sewn up
niggaz wanna trip whatever they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont play muthafuckaz I'll not
rule one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shiggy shack, it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a vest
he's lookin for the music from the before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all the dollars
Impalas 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, hearted
all 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 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 the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've gotta be me
midnight love.
midnight love
troubles plots on mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
love
this heaven's ready for me
love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems 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 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 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 last breath
blow out life whats is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn 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 in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
and is how my life was
puttin the serve for 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
jealous cuz my music got this rap sewn up
niggaz wanna trip whatever they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont play muthafuckaz I'll not
rule one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shiggy shack, it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a vest
he's lookin for the music from the before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all the dollars
Impalas 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, hearted
all 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 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 the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've gotta be me
midnight love.
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