The Sun Is Set, The Moon Is Dim

[Verse 1: Blue November]

The sun is set and the moon is dim
I'm rolling up another sack that my nigga Zae and them copped
Bring any samples here I swear to you it's a chop shop
Got this grid locked, like a constipated shit drop
Seize the main office tell the mayor get off us
Presidential shit talkers, bomb the Senate too
Centipede niggas fucking clones Mr. Me Too's
Couldn't tell a thought from a fucking loose screw
Every nigga is quote on quote next up
Tell we step on stage and make you reevaluate your steps bruh
Back to the drawing board I know you niggas is fed up
See it on your face going nowhere fast
What's speed without direction?
The result of getting gassed up, stab the devil in his heart
Kill a angel too, if God is real I'm probably him I'm simply wearing different shoes
Cooking scriptures in this pot of stew

[Hook:]
My niggas really out here, we plotting on some riches
My niggas really out here, y'all chasing all these bitches
Pouring up a 32, ain't no 40s in FL that's what you gotta fucking do
My nigga
My niggas really out here, we plotting on some riches
My niggas really out here, y'all chasing all these bitches
Pouring up a 32, ain't no 40s in FL that's what you gotta fucking do

[Verse 2: Blue November]
Coming back up, pack your mac's cause it's a fucking shoot-out!
I'm Just kidding ain't nobody gotta get hurt
I rather get turnt, then sip drink until my head bursts
She say I'm tender till I stop tending to her now I'm a fucking stranger
Angel dust, snort it at an angle, handle yourself before you get yourself strangled nigga
I don't give a shit about your problems neither
We all got them, the obvious answer, would be to solve them
But niggas don't think they rather xans and a model
How hollow