Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Fiends in my city
Still overdose on cocaine
Young niggas serving them
And working shit
But ain't got no name
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that it ain't no way
Mama don't believe in him
Always wanted one bitch
Got her but now she leaving him
Made him second guess
What the f*ck the bitch even seen in him
The block his only meditation
From it these streets eating him
Like damn that's a cold case
And these trenches ain't getting warmer
Unless you hold flames
Early morning new days
Trying to heal all your old pains
Still on the block
Hoping old ways bring new change
But we all know
That comfy couch be having mood swings
Pops ain't teach him how to be a man
He had no guidance
Matter fact he barely came around
But that was no problem
Smoked a couple L's
After that lesson ain't need nobody
Then he found the white
And hit the block like he was so bouncy
Hit a lick on a sucker
Doubled up now these bitches want him
Dialed in with the plug
Now that these digits on him
10 bags on him
Will never leave Nina hungry
Cause if a nigga try to take
He ate like Sunday morning
Couple choppers cut the lion down
And made a monster
Severed the head off the dragon
Soon as it started roaring
Mind of a giver
But hard to bless if you steady yawning
Mind of a killer
But let's not forget the early story
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no name
Fiends in my city
Still overdosed on dope games
Young nighas trying to find some hope
But don't know no change
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that's how the door slang
Mama still don't believe in him
Hoped he'd find the right change
Wrong just kept misleading him
Made her second guess
What the f*ck she even was teaching him
Another cup her meditation
From it that pleasing ain't shit
Like Damn what's the reasoning
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Young niggas serving shit and working them
But ain't got no game
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that's how the dope slang
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that it ain't no way
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Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Fiends in my city
Still overdose on cocaine
Young niggas serving them
And working shit
But ain't got no name
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that it ain't no way
Mama don't believe in him
Always wanted one bitch
Got her but now she leaving him
Made him second guess
What the f*ck the bitch even seen in him
The block his only meditation
From it these streets eating him
Like damn that's a cold case
And these trenches ain't getting warmer
Unless you hold flames
Early morning new days
Trying to heal all your old pains
Still on the block
Hoping old ways bring new change
But we all know
That comfy couch be having mood swings
Pops ain't teach him how to be a man
He had no guidance
Matter fact he barely came around
But that was no problem
Smoked a couple L's
After that lesson ain't need nobody
Then he found the white
And hit the block like he was so bouncy
Hit a lick on a sucker
Doubled up now these bitches want him
Dialed in with the plug
Now that these digits on him
10 bags on him
Will never leave Nina hungry
Cause if a nigga try to take
He ate like Sunday morning
Couple choppers cut the lion down
And made a monster
Severed the head off the dragon
Soon as it started roaring
Mind of a giver
But hard to bless if you steady yawning
Mind of a killer
But let's not forget the early story
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no name
Fiends in my city
Still overdosed on dope games
Young nighas trying to find some hope
But don't know no change
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that's how the door slang
Mama still don't believe in him
Hoped he'd find the right change
Wrong just kept misleading him
Made her second guess
What the f*ck she even was teaching him
Another cup her meditation
From it that pleasing ain't shit
Like Damn what's the reasoning
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Young niggas serving shit and working them
But ain't got no game
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that's how the dope slang
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that it ain't no way
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Fiends in my city
Still overdose on cocaine
Young niggas serving them
And working shit
But ain't got no name
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that it ain't no way
Mama don't believe in him
Always wanted one bitch
Got her but now she leaving him
Made him second guess
What the f*ck the bitch even seen in him
The block his only meditation
From it these streets eating him
Like damn that's a cold case
And these trenches ain't getting warmer
Unless you hold flames
Early morning new days
Trying to heal all your old pains
Still on the block
Hoping old ways bring new change
But we all know
That comfy couch be having mood swings
Pops ain't teach him how to be a man
He had no guidance
Matter fact he barely came around
But that was no problem
Smoked a couple L's
After that lesson ain't need nobody
Then he found the white
And hit the block like he was so bouncy
Hit a lick on a sucker
Doubled up now these bitches want him
Dialed in with the plug
Now that these digits on him
10 bags on him
Will never leave Nina hungry
Cause if a nigga try to take
He ate like Sunday morning
Couple choppers cut the lion down
And made a monster
Severed the head off the dragon
Soon as it started roaring
Mind of a giver
But hard to bless if you steady yawning
Mind of a killer
But let's not forget the early story
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no name
Fiends in my city
Still overdosed on dope games
Young nighas trying to find some hope
But don't know no change
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that's how the door slang
Mama still don't believe in him
Hoped he'd find the right change
Wrong just kept misleading him
Made her second guess
What the f*ck she even was teaching him
Another cup her meditation
From it that pleasing ain't shit
Like Damn what's the reasoning
Hella long nights
Them bullets letting off with no aim
Young niggas serving shit and working them
But ain't got no game
Trying to beat the dope game
Realize that's how the dope slang
Trying to find some more ways
Realize that it ain't no way
Writer: Maurice Smith Jr
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