Piotrowski Nights

Ra like a rasta Super smooth sinatra Classic back to back like Konami wit tha contra I control my rap when i flow Like dat Tha game call my name Racesar on tha chain All gold everything release it From My brain I'm tru hip hop so you know I add on No blah blah song i talk straight To you My nigga just do you Tru wit self like better than Wealth Why would you follow I show you a style and go ahead And borrow keep it till tomorrow Organic be tha pharaoh On point and arrow Tha game i hold up tha story gets Told up Stampede tha globe wit tims and A robe Tha crowd go crazy Boi i aint lazy Tha game den pay me They all go crazy crazy crazy Somethin in tha air fluorescent Lights You could feel it over here Piotrowski nights Tha bridge tha bridge tho my Niggas Official Tales from tha hood from tha Young And we good From tha young and we good From tha young and we good For tha park for tha bench where My niggas Make sense On tha ground indent is my people shoe print You know tha routine Is we tryin to get bent Stay bro god like my niggas God sent To keep it sincere man We bump that Nasir fam Sound of tha backdrops Recorded from laptops Its flacco and nahledge Give to you street college Some made it some drop out But nobody copped out Tha music is passion Tha slang and tha fashion It come from hood son My niggas no shook ones Fuckin wit my style You know thats a ehh ehh Dope on tha track ehh I rock a large crowd Cesar coliseum Only dope niggas see em Tha spinach for village Tha truth in tha booth huh Grind from tha dirt yo My circle no urkel My circle no urkel Somethin in tha air fluorescent Lights You could feel it over here Piotrowski nights Tha bridge tha bridge tho my Niggas Official Tales from tha hood from tha young And we good From tha young and we good From tha young and we good Ra cesar i got you homie Ill vill Born in da chi So no bullshit can hit me Southside dude gave a f*ck About wrigley Raised around tha real All that fake shit can miss Me Did my dirt up on tha streets When tha devil convinced me Already had a spark sense Chillin on tha park bench Graffiti filled apartments Trippin up my conscience All i say was violence Cemetery silence Tha aftermath for niggas Representing what this side is Lost a lot of friends Hand shakes wit strangers Leave em for tha day I would see em dead later Heard tha guns anger Jamming 36 chambers I didn't see it then but i Was learning tha angles How bullets in tha streets Could turn demons to angels Mothers prayin to tha sky Saying we needing a savior After blessing you wit life God don't really do favors So i give to you my life leave all On Tha table Somethin in tha air fluorescent Lights You could feel it over here Piotrowski nights Tha bridge tha bridge tho my Niggas Official Tales from tha hood from tha Young And we good From tha young and we good From tha young and we good