Under the braw city night. And under the warm summer light. The evening begins. The day's been lightened with song. As glad as the winter is long. And so we begin As far as the stars are from
some of the bros. Then we give her back. Sike we don't even give her back. We ain't even really getting into that. Tax a verse for a nigga then tell my label don't even go clear the track. I * her
I wake up every morning feeling like slapping a nigga. Squeeze trigger, stay scheming then I realize I'm still dreaming. Oops, sike! Believing in believers ability to still scream for a nigga till
feeling, we should be dealing. With the fact sweat's dripping from the ceiling. It's a fact, step three is so whack. (Sike). Now flip the track back Uh oh, uh oh. Just throw 'em over your shoulder
