This track delves into the gritty realities of street life, capturing the intense hustle and perilous environment faced by the artists. They vividly depict the long nights spent on the block, balancing school and dealing with illegal activities. 🚔 The lyrics focus on the constant threat of violence, evasion from law enforcement, and boasting about their resilience and dominance in their surroundings. The artists also highlight themes of betrayal, loyalty, and the unforgiving nature of their lifestyle. 💰 "Long Nights" is a raw expression of survival and ambition in a world fraught with danger and hustle. #StreetLife #RawRealities
Long Nights
Lyrics
Long nights, I was on that block
Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dope boy knock
All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped
In the booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie
Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie
If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop
Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop
Big sack on me, nigga, I'm just tryna catch a pop
I don't give a fuck who you witness, heard you testified
Drac' with the switch on this bitch and it's extra loud
Nigga, I really have my way in this fuckin' town
I line his bitch ass up then put him down
Nigga, shut your bitch ass up, you still on that pound
Bitch pussy wetter than a bitch, yeah, I'm finna drown
I don't give a fuck about this shit, I'll put it down
Bitch, I really got them Gs, but I'll come to put you down
Long nights, I was on that block
Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dope boy knock
All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped
In the booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie
Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie
If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop (ayy, ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt)
Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop (whew)
Drop a dub on your block like it's the blacktop (brrt)
Brought a ten in the school and had the staff shot (shit)
You would think I get 'em gone, Bo swiped his crack rocks
Texas de Brazil all-you-can-eat, this ain't no BlackRock (yeah)
Out-of-town store green, we hit the jackpot
I done gotten better, had a pistol in my sandbox
Had a cough for a week, ask the doc, do she have Wock'?
Sentence would've been times ten, they found the stash spot (swear)
All this jewelry on my body got me gold-blooded
7.62's'll turn a dread head to Joe Budden (whew)
Cappin' like we fam or somethin', L-O-L, whoa, cousin
Free Unky, used to beat the pot like it stole somethin' (free Unky)
Long nights, I was on that block
Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dope boy knock
All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped (bow)
In the booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie
Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie
(No have, no have, no have)
If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop
Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop
Put on gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia, what's the deal, Certified?
Writer(s): James Johnson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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