late night session

Late Night Session I'm back everybody thought I left ay people told me to leave but then I started rapping again Studio lights low, Rolex catching the gleam Used to roll with snakes, now they bite in my dreams They smile for the gram, but the knife stay tucked Same ones fronting love, tried to run my shit up Studio smell like gas, coffee cold in the cup Haters hit the line when the streams going up They act like the plug, but they cutting the bag Left me with the tab, now they want what I have Empty chair where my bro used to sit Same one leaking tracks, now he talking my shit I been dodging the shade, dodging calls from the fake They want half of the plate, want the whole damn cake Studio door locked, no more splitting the take Just me and the board, running up what they take Money hitting different when the circle get small They smile in your face, then they pray for your fall I been up forty-eight, chasing every new sound They was loud in the group chat, now they nowhere around Studio window cracked, city lights looking fake I been stacking the plate, dodging every mistake They tried to bury me, now they copy the sound Same ones that left me, now they come back around Studio chair empty, ghost of who I believed They sold out the code, now they beg for the feed I been up since the dark, letting nothing distract They was quiet in the drought, now they all want a track Studio cold, but the rage keep the heat They was fronting the love, now the numbers complete I been counting the losses, turning pain to the pen They was riding the wave, now they drowning again Studio session done, but the work never ends They was wishing me broke, now they stuck with their friends