Plenty Nights (feat. Mannyie Mandela)

I shoot this Glizzy till it over heat I'm on these unknown proscriptions Just to go to sleep 007, Bloemoney This for k Kutta that's my brother baby I shoot this Glizzy till it over heat I'm on these unknown proscriptions just to go to sleep See for me what's in my vision I can hardly see Took yo heart away from me and you gave it to some other people I know this life Shìt can get short so I clutch my lethal In my cell writing these letters trying to get it to the reaper Tell him what to do , that's if he ever need me I won't get scared dawg I promise I know you dead but just come and see me I'm head first about K Kutta just say the word Learn to deal with all my problems or call my bitch first Before I ever box one of these niggas clutch this stick first Ain't taking no chances plus I Blick first Trying to clean this blood off the money if we can't then f*ck it Me and my mama was on the bus we never had the buggie And all my flaws you put out there that I tried to cover Ducking the laws I had some nightmares that they killed my brother Swear that ain't do shit but made me hold this Choppa tighter I burn your face behind these blue strips and that's on the Bible You see the way that I do shit and you get excited Word out I got the blue print they couldn't get it right It f*ck with my head just to watch her leave Leave the house when they all home I still can't find peace Plenty nights I spent alone praying you call me Plenty nights I ain't come home cause you wasn't sleeping with me Plenty nights we clutching 50's fire arm business Plenty nights we burnt the city trying to go and hit Plenty kites that I was sending they ain't return any Long nights in the go before they heard a nigga I'm head first about Osama through karma, drama, and lonely nights You took that pistol case but you made it felt it was only right I had to grow up early Ms.Shirley house it was only I Calling me to your house when the beef official to lone me pipes My heart got took away she went MIA with no holler back Shot in my back while juggin with Kutta shit how could I forget Them cold winter nights clutching my Glizzy kneeling on the ground Praying that they don't come outside tweaking before I blow em down It's life of the reckless thru pistol banging and blood spilling Growing up in hoods that breed killers, scammers, and drug dealers Got me holding my son praying that this won't be the last time Knowing I got beef with some niggas that want me flat lined It f*ck with my head just to watch her leave Leave the house when they all home I still can't find peace Plenty nights I spent alone praying you call me Plenty nights I ain't come home cause you wasn't sleeping with me Plenty nights we clutching 50's fire arm business Plenty nights we burnt the city trying to go & hit Plenty kites that I was sending they ain't return any Long nights in the go before they heard a nigga