Huey

[Verse 1: Vince Exito]
My homie told me he was a fan of sipping 40's on the block lonely
Looking for trouble,"The devil on me I keep the heat up on me"
He live for nights like this, and lighting spliffs
And doing the darkness under the sun but still contemplatin his righteousness
Cuz niggas scheme on the regular, and'll split your bean for the cheddar
You better duck when you hear the berretta's come
Its a hard knock life like a Jay-Z album
I'm in the middle like Malcolm
I wonder what is the outcome?
"Nigga pass that shit and turn up the volume"
And I'd rather kiss a joint than to listen
But they're Shaq at the stripe, missing the point

[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz delegates always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys

[Verse 2: Vince Exito]
People wonder how the rose grew from the concrete in a land where niggas are pistol gripping
Was it written for my niggas not to have shit to piss in?
And Bad Boys carry pistons and leave your soul in trenches
Heavyweights without the title, feeling Sonny Liston
Forever living my vision, hope i don't spot a shooter
Trying to blaze a bullet and put the daylight through my medulla
Trying to escape my nightmares, I'm having trouble shaking
Death around the corner, looking over shoulders, double taking
Cuz niggas use their iron daily, talking nickel plating
And you running from the truth my nigga stick to races
Im just telling stories seen off of these different faces
Cuz they can't say nothing on a daily basis
Oh brother, duck for cover
When you in a land filled with cold blooded motherfuckers
Its like Im on the brink of insanity
And why sleep when death up in the family tree?

[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz bitches always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys

[Verse 3: T.L.]
The judge throwing books at my niggas like its the thing to do
Dog eat Dog world, its either me or you
And it ain't gon be me my nigga
Im snatching the crown like they snatched that chain from Shy Glizzy
But I know I ain't gon give it back
We took a L, we had to get it back
No D-Lineman I had to get a sack
Of that loud and move like a queen on the chessboard
But y'all be around squares, y'all playing checkers
But I'm off them board games
Im getting board lames
Vince just lit the J silent like he saying Jorge
Ima fuck the game, I ain't really into foreplay
Stick with the team, these niggas sweet as a sorbet
Its a cold game, bring your coat
Im in the booth with Colombian, yeah this shit is dope
If Trump is elected, I know it ain't gon be no fuckin hope
Ima hop on a plane and get ghost to another coast
Yeah Im gone

[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz niggas always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys