Keep The Lights On

[Intro: Robert De Niro]
I want you to get this fuck where he breathes, I want you to find this nancy boy, Eliot Ness
I want him dead, I want his family dead
And it goes a little somethin' like this, it goes a one, two, three

[Verse 1: Mickey Diamond & Pro Dillinger]
Um—, Um-brella, tell me who the fuck do it better (Who?) Tommy Hil' sweaters when it's Johnny Gill weather
Let the rain pour, cause tsunami waves when I brainstorm
Versace frames, writin' flame while the game on
Pierre Cardin
I beg your pardon, no cheddar for lamеs
Jackson Pollock, paint splatter your brain (Brrt)
Need I say more? shut shit down like govеrnment layoffs
Hustle 'cause I now the payoff
One Nine, now we 'bout to go to the playoffs
No days off, me and Sos was getting yay off
The nigga with the bag made of like Bernie Madoff (Uh)
We was just runners, ain't no tellin' what he made of it
I was outside like, "Fuck the neighbours, police, jackboys" that was our plate, nobody ate of it
Vampires came and got nuthin' but a steak of it (Off, gagh, smoke it)
That's irony at it's finest (Yeah)
Brodum caught jugs, now give me a A-minus
Even though the whole time I'm giving you straight diamonds (Yo)

[Verse 2: Pro Dillinger]
Movin' weight, cleanin' my plate, but I been losin' weight (Uh)
Luchador, flip it and bounce like I'm a cruiserweight (Yeah)
Seen fiends puff on a steam 'til they hallucinate (Smoke)
Kill niggas, my knife workin', how the Ruger taste? (Blow!)
I post up in ya buildin' and have a Uber wait
Jack Frost cold with the hustle for how I do the flake (Too cold)
Gemstar, Revlon how I do the face
Watch how I'm movin', impressin' because my future great (Great)
Fuckin' bitches when I want, you try to scoop a date
I bag a bitch and have her sellin' pussy out the Super 8
Pour liquor for my niggas under black tops
Straw time to bag drops, spooky under back blocks (Uh)
I'm just tryna get more money than what my dad got (Yeah)
Stay cool, the block on fire, so get your pen hot (Yeah)
Cut niggas off for nuthin', don't get your hand chopped
One Nine, I been dirty from out the sandbox, Pro

[Verse 3: Snotty]
Look, I said I'ma hit 'em with facts, got luxus buyin' my records, but instead I'm hustlin' crack
Tryna leave the streets alone, they just keep on calling me back
Really caught up in a cycle, that's why they call it a trap (I seen it)
I Got scars on my heart, them wounds closed but they still hurt
Drown the sour out with the Henny, wake up and feel worse
24/7 I'm on it, this shit is real work
'Fore you call the shots you gotta learn to play the field first
One Nine, two times, dummy, you know the dealin', yo (One Nine)
Love rap since I heard Busta on "Scenario"
Still be on the strip, bustin' flips like a varial
Dirty ass gun with a beam and no cereal
My own momma doubt I make it of these back blocks
90-somethin' hollow with the aftermarket stash spot (Right away)
When they mention me they'll say I did for the have-nots
All I started with was a MAC, I ain't talkin' laptops

[Outro: Kids Choir & Robert De Niro]
We pledge alligeance to the fronts of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under the indivisible with liberty and justice for all
I want his house burned to the ground, I want to go there middle in the night, I wanna piss on his ashes