Another Night

The sun forever shinning, the Rays be giving me life - early bird for the hustle, be them Keys to Life/ no time for hesitation, days turns quickly to nights - and them fiends be in the stray, like vampires in flight./ I need that paper to live right, these streets will tear you apart - another night in the pj's, plus this season be dark/ I'm blowing cake so my high will start, no feelings - gripping that Three Five Seven, in case niggas be flipping./ A lot of ya'll probably saying that, HOFAMAN be trippin - it's not that it's just Facts, that mutha fuckas be squealing/ and I don't have time for bullshit, I'm a flexed on the pealing - banging hard on these Fuckas, they'll know for sure that I'm not playing./ Big Man with the Movement, just to get to the cheese - street flipper from the gripper - is how I flex with ease/ hot bricks on unknown blocks, keeps my vision impeard - asked my Farther to hold me down, from certain things I feared. It's hotter than July, so my Stevie be Wonder - it feels good on sunny days, but be ready for THUNDER/ them goons be on patrol, with street dreams of hunger - and it's showtime in the hood, from hustling to murder./ It's just me vs. enemies, nevermind my past felonies - I'm looking forward to my goals, as I'm special delivery/ the Key to longevity, is to move in silence - put that work in and keep stacking, and stay away from the violence./ Certain things change but New York, still be wilding - the PoPo is more crooked, from the streets to the Island/ that's why I don't play, even when I be smiling - another Street Tale of the ghetto, from The Goon who's Shining./ I mic check on my one two's, my verbitry be styling - I'm on ten when I win, you can see my profiling/ a flash from my past, the hood TALES of Black Lightning - take a lesson from a Brother, these evil streets be frightening.