Lyrics:
the paraphernalia
Sacrifice, burnt offerings make for easy nights
I wasn't sleeping right, cuz I was scheming like
A thief in the night, keep it tight
That's what
in jail
Nowhere to look but ahead to my goals and I
Write them down every night I know them well
Million dollars by early next year
Peace in my
These days I get no sleep
Lucid Dreams
R.E.M.
3AM
Awake again
Lonely nights with a bottle by my side
Drinks don't even take the pain away
Help me fade
cap
Me and young shadow go back
Let me shed a lil light on these facts
I wasn't impressed by yo raps
I resonated witcho soul
This nigga had a heart gold
24/7
Right to the top I'm heading
Can't wait until I'm getting it and I get to
Wake up everyday in heaven
Work through the night you can sleep when
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
Man I killed every bottle and smoked the whole zone (the whole thing gone)
Hopefully by the end of the night I make it home (4Real)
Man I'm too fucked
and bro just hit a lick, then had to stop at E-Rite
I don't stop at lights, I just take a right
Tell your nigga he could take a hike
Bitch, the trust that I
talk about me
Now it's honing my craft
But the question is looming
If we aint doing shows then the fuck are we doing
Looked at the sunset and something
this experience I’ve had
Niggas booking me but then intimidated by the craft
And wanna ask for favors while they talking shit behind my back
And all I do
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
â??Pushed to find a way
To sate a higher lust
So through night I ride!â??
â??My burden borne by craft of hand
And strength of will
Under
and Quando
Try jump up and your night get long though
Hit my man with the left right combo
I ain't chatting to a ting if the back ain't hefty
Body ody come
off the champagne, I get it poppin' boy
Coming straight from the D-E-L, I'm the realest though
And by now you know what the deal is bro
Keep your social
the Craft in it
Spit dirty so it's to be cleaned, music videos looking like a movie scene
Stay tripping like you broke your leg fine by me, got my nuts on ya
Listen
We can all come up
Play your part right
But these niggaz cross gender
Like its fortnite
I hold the fort tight
Porch light to lighthouse
Good night
Shawty, hit me, where you at
I've been in the lab, on my craft and I've been popping tags!
Shawty hit my line late night she call me cryin'
I know
Mismanagement the point
Biden led
Gaslight
Last night
They harassed rights
When we asked why
Their daft eyes
Craft fast lies
While our caste died
To the last guy
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen
me you love yourself like I do in my dreams
If hip hop was human they’d grab me by the ear and drag me right to you
I miss you
See that you’ve grown oh
yeah
Gotta tell my people we gon go
We gon go, yeah
Before I say I made it, I gotta get it right
Perfect my craft daily, won't happen over night
I told
my kit in NYC bit me in the goddamn aft end
Finders keepers losers weepers jeepers creepers
I'm trying to be a keeper I be at my craft fucking up
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
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