Midnight Sunday

[Outro]
Yo
This a late night
One in the morning
In front of [?] liquors
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
The city lights glow, gold on my neck
See with your eyes closed
V12 engine, purring moving through time zones
Notice me, niggas front but they know it’s me
Rasheed Elanine name like a rosary
So all praise, I’m often mentioned with the greats
My sixteens is equivalent to eighths
Bars is bricks homie, I walk around like the stick on me
Keep talking slick and you get your shit split homie
No regards, I ain't here for the die laws
I’m a man of my word, go 'head and try it, God
Fuck around and get your picture hung
In the halls where you served and you pitching Jones
Yo, word to self where you niggas from
As far as niggas I fear I couldn't picture one
Speaking dirt on my name I probably split your tongue
I’m the author, the paint you get your picture from

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo
The fridge empty, stomach to ribs, head out the crib
To feed the kids turn my back on my wares, the back of my wig
A nigga thinkin loss in me
Anybody step in my square don’t want no parts of me
Ghost shit, face under mask, stay low shit
Run him for his work and his jewels like he owed shit
Oh shit, heartbeat in my chest
This nigga tried to struggle, nearly beat him to death
I’m tryna catch this cab while I’m catching my breath
My phone blowin up, Wiz sending me texts
It's emergency, cousin got robbed, heading for surgery
Bloodstains all on my jeans I’m thinking murder, b
Nah, just couldn’t be
I recognize a charm on my hand, how could it be?
Stocking had my vision impaired, I couldn’t see
I nearly took the life of my own, just tryna eat