Night walker

coupe ridin wheels slidin back street ridin whole troops in da back gettin fucken frightenin bloody mags holding bags covered rags not worryin about dose overflown body tags night work office clerk scrubbing dirt tryin to get out of ma mind and erase the hurt make it big load the rig smoke a cig think its time now mayb take of da wig greasy times easy crimes curved lines mothafucker lookin all around for those dollar signs dead face no pace sliced ace so professional i walk without no trace no sound king crowned none frowned night walker coming straight from da undeeground we motherfuckers here dont take no shit keep talking smack kid n get urself hit go home son , ask you nans how to knit cause you know out here your styles not legit we all up in da house jumping around looking at all those filthy money stacks filling the town home grown inspir_ations coming around step out a line son n u never be found