The Night Shift

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I bully beats i fuckem up i givem heat hot fire sun scorching mic torturing leaving nitrogen gas leaking from the words im speaking my thoughts teaching elite schemes by any means necessary big money money making in-between February an if u a fed head making bread street headz need to worry not me i had the key dem streets i gave it a locksmith you a snitch you da cops favorite gift before Christmas they use you to catch them long john silvers big fish dinners been griding hard thru summers and Dem cold winters flipping dem crispy chicken tenders when i door dash deliver river city randsome handsome grandson my flow graduation w no imagination ghetto raised in the sun like a raisin in the slumbs gotta get this shit fast like you got the runs im da shit too DMC with out Run i mastered my rhymes they jamming like Jay DJays keep this on instant replay Newportnews cant turn to badnewz any day ya name can end up on the news today causing pains worst than toothaches soft Niggaz fruit kakez that im in a good mood to bake putcha hot verses on my plate getting ate like its fresh out the gates of a microwave radiation causing radio staions solar panels inflamtion seen some bad bird pigeons got me flamingo chasing big money casinos my first cousin name is killer kasiono choas stops in the middle of the madness when i drop this phat shit the craft automatically more tools than auto zone they need a tune up i need mushrooms when its a bad slught chick in my room yall niggas coons see a bag of money in they eyes allowing men to push a chico stick inside they moon pies then u get the big prize from letting a nigga in-between ya man thighs laugh now cry later when u no paper to pay the Piper free style studio sifer my flow pure raw like white cocaine call it Michelle phifer analyst mel kipper im da bic flame lames so keep ya lighters up and ya cups filled up with liquor now we in lit mode busting rhymes when im in flip mode in ya safe now ya chick just gave me the safe code i took the money replaced it with work she called 12 and made you the scapegoat safe to say you was the goat as i toat refer smoke to cope w times in my mind i had no hope alive and well but broke as hell spelling words in cursive writting rap verses that kept me excited then the dope beats ignite the lyrical engines and inner genius this generation never seen but will discuss aint no dissing us me and my two ball them bitches be kissing us with no fuss no trust no fun she done lust for many but know im the one she envies she love to spend time n her own money

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