I Am Nightingale

[Intro]
(Aye, Ecko, turn it up)
Aye, look, look
Aye

[Chorus]
Still posted on the J while I'm rolling up his dead ass
Suckas tried to slide through the, and got his head smashed
On EBK I popped an opp before I made a song
Got the drop, run inside his crib while he home alone
Southeast, Nightingale, home of the killers
Suckas making disses and ain't slid, I could never feel 'em
Gang of gorillas from my section bitch we breed apes
We just caught a sucka loafin' on the freeway

[Verse]
The sucka said he coulda had us but he dropped his clip
Swear to god we touch a nigga flеsh before we droppеd a diss
Rock up on a cornball, like what the problem is?
That faceshot turned that nigga to a Kollege Kidd
Fuck is a scholarship? I was on the block thuggin'
If he ain't in my videos, he wasn't block huggin'
It's hard to make some shit shake when you ain't got nothin'
I can't vouch for shit that nigga did cause he ain't pop a sucka
Pop my brother if he fucking with the opposite
If you a shooter, brodie keep that shit anonymous
The politics ain't how they was, so shit I made my own
This fully switch it go frrumm, crack that nigga skull
Tried to send a nigga home, granny praying that I change
Convicted felon still ridin' with another case
It's gon' be some sacrifices you gon' have to take
Is you gon' do it for yourself or do it for the gang
Aye, 'cause I been taking risks
Them niggas popped my brother up, I gotta take the trip
Kasino died sum' years ago and I'm still crying
But you can ask that nigga daughter, Jaaybo still slidin', aye
Pop door, I ain't ever scared of hoppin' out
The suckas text me trynna hoop, pull up to the South
I'm in the Valley with the thugs when the Seven dry
I'm done funkin' with you niggas, yall don't never slide, aye
Nigga, I'm done funkin' with you niggas, yall don't never slide
Nigga, aye

[Chorus]
Still posted on the J while I'm rolling up his dead ass
Suckas tried to slide through the, and got his head smashed
On EBK I popped an opp before I made a song
Got the drop, run inside his crib while he home alone
Southeast, Nightingale, home of the killers
Suckas making disses and ain't slid, I could never feel 'em
Gang of gorillas from my section bitch we breed apes
I just caught a sucka loafin' on the freeway