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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
midnight love
back door 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
lookin stupid 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 a twister
get twisted this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
out life 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 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 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
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont 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 shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the 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 for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin and bitches on a amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all it my life won't for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called 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 shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved 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
midnight love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just 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
midnight love
back door 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
lookin stupid 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 a twister
get twisted this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
out life 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 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 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
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont 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 shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the 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 for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin and bitches on a amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all it my life won't for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called 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 shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved 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
midnight love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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