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Night Inn (Letter 2 The King)
by Shores444
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Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
I Throw an R.I.P. to Nip
No the movement not eclipsed
Throw an R.I.P. to Sebi
They gon' kill me 4 the shift
I don't wanna catch a bullet
For I get to see my kids
And it's truer if I wrote it
It all happen through a lens
We make magic
Smoking habits
You not matching with my kin
I got family around me
I can't have around some friends
I say I love you to my brothers
Just in case I ain't seen again
Shit get tragic but we laughing to the bank
Fuck chasing trends
I took a loss but saw the reason
Never love a snake again
I tried to make a lane while they
Just rapped around and played pretend
I sit and wonder if she worth it
Blow an eighth against the wind
It's like I really walk through hell
And I'm gon' paint it with my sins
Yup
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But... you get it
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
I Throw an R.I.P. to Nip
No the movement not eclipsed
Throw an R.I.P. to Sebi
They gon' kill me 4 the shift
I don't wanna catch a bullet
For I get to see my kids
And it's truer if I wrote it
It all happen through a lens
We make magic
Smoking habits
You not matching with my kin
I got family around me
I can't have around some friends
I say I love you to my brothers
Just in case I ain't seen again
Shit get tragic but we laughing to the bank
Fuck chasing trends
I took a loss but saw the reason
Never love a snake again
I tried to make a lane while they
Just rapped around and played pretend
I sit and wonder if she worth it
Blow an eighth against the wind
It's like I really walk through hell
And I'm gon' paint it with my sins
Yup
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But... you get it
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place
Fat Dutch
Bitch I'm rolling
This my last blunt
This half clutch
I ain't eating
We ain't had lunch
Whole eighths
Hot summers but a cold case
If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac
But that's my souls place