M I D N I G H T (Freestyle)

I feel like heaven ain't meant for me I got demons calling my name, while the devil just sent for me I need money power and pussy, plus everything in between Been outside, been feelin the vibe With these Gundry Ave symphonies If we go for the win, we gone with the wind, just feel the breeze That sting come with a rock, just hover the block Lay low and slide, run from the shots We pollinate killer bees And I probably ain't rich enough To cop diamonds from Tiffany's But that ain't shit to me That nigga got shot the other day That type of shit we see on the daily Bloody tee on the pavement Y'all niggas point shaving Niggas go outta town and can't even enjoy Vegas Cuz the cops on us, got the drop on us That Mike Tyson, got that box for us 96 Pac, I should fight you niggas But I rather let my mans do it, I Suge Knight you niggas Let your niggas die over your beef That's why I don't like you niggas Niggas dying over they drip, my niggas cry you a river Like a bad bitch I been snappin, and I ain't got no filter Ain't been on the gram but a year And these bitches following us Got the rap game in a chokehold, so they swallowing us El Pollo Loco, swarto off that dollar menu Broke hoes sending me photos, okay I'm fucking with you Broke code getting broken You fold, but you don't bend Last year I was hoping you was dead Now I'm ridin with ya Praying I don't go to the feds if I slide with ya Lately we both been seeing red But if it's red in C, then you set trip That Dead Sea Scrolls, can't let em breathe Messy hoes, been in my phone tryna get with me Leave me lone, my dawg gone off a felony Right my wrongs, and thank God, this my legacy And them niggas off that out in Medellin I'm a activist, but no I will not sip no lean And my niggas still in touch the way we signaling You niggas do not want no smoke, don't want chimneys Now I got your bitch posing, like a figurine Nigga all we hear is crickets, nigga jiminy And I got the city on fire with this midnight angel Wear that blue in wrong places Know them crips might flame you Where that red, it's redrum Know them bloods my stain you It's math and trigonom, the way I push my angle I don't trust nobody, but I trust my baby Two hoes, one me, that love got tangled But if she say she don't really wanna f*ck, I hang up Why I always talk my shit when I pour that drank up? Nigga, f*ck