Studio Nights - Mbnel

Let me start it like this, won’t care 'bout shit

Young niggas on the streets had sum by hip

Wanna know it’s like this, some shots they missed

10 years later prolly wouldn’t had my kid

RIP lil Chris, can’t even cry, niggas had a feeling it’d be like this

For all them niggas he hit you woulda thought he’d be on tip

Shit on crip, parents touched down in a brand new country we lived in one crib

It was mama, pa’s, my 2 grandmas, my great grandma, my uncle’s 2 sis

Finally moved out but we still down the street and my parents fighting to rent

in a brand new crib

Weren’t used to new shit, thrift store runs, missed school bell had a grand new

shit (Othello on the beat) (Uh)

Started hitting licks, robbing as a kids, wanted new fits, new lace, new kicks

Then shit changed started getting that drip started getting new poles,

new sticks, new clicks

Got lil cash, made a lil change now I wanna newer house, new truck, new wrist

Now I got a new kid, said fuck new shit, now I’m steady browsing tryna cop me a

new crib

Late nights in the south we all tweaking on drugs, up all night got poles made

tight

Then cops put hot wheels all on tip, one tap of the trigger whole card game flip

We was looking for suckers and I ain’t condone it but feet coming out whole

house getting hit

That boy was our brother they testing his gangster callin' him the way that boy

snitched (Othello on the beat)

We thought he was slime (Uh), thought he was slatt, forsholy a snake the way

that he switched

It was me and lil cam with them lil revolvers I wish that you had it the day

you got hit me

And Roy on the missions he knocking 'em bitches he tried to turn up before he

turned himself in

Speaking of pens I’m yelling Free Dino Free Buddah Free Leak and Free Unc out

them pens

Eighty in fees for adding a bitch up when I sent it in

'Member sardines and the rice on the side, now it’s Ruth Chris with the steak

and the shrimp

Getting advances for all of this rapping a nigga been doing when he was a kid

Thank God that I’m living, it’s truly a blessing for all of the shit that a

nigga done did (Othello on the beat)

Hold up lemme stop, stuck on the block, pop me a pill and my feelings

3 AM and it’s hot and I got me the Glock I’m tryna record all this shit that I

drop

Call up Diego, «What's up with it sly?

I’ma pull up and record what I got»

On the way to the booth had the guys in the coupe when we jump we pull in to

the studio spot, aye

Bro why are you still calling me bruh you know I’m at the studio bruh this shit

rented to me hourly bro wassup… bye

Aye 'iego bruh you think you take me down real quick I gotta go do sum,

I’mma hit you and get another session or sum brother I gotta do something real

quick

Aight

Bro boxing the whip shit I don’t even smoke opp pack so loud I’m starting to

get high

Keep carrying no poles 'cause I’m so known boy flipping the cars when they ride

by

Still flipping them blocks and there now cries everybody gon' run when they

scatter inside

Made bands twin Glocks and we training our kids one damn tin stock on the

ladder inside

Next day got a show with all my bros at least 5 poles get snuck inside

We all off euros I dare nigga trick whoever mug any trick getting punched inside

And to top it all off got bros outside who ain’t got ID who gotta pose outside

With gold outside got a problem outside be cool or else if he get smoked

outside (Othello on the beat)

Aye shit, can’t even trip back on this episode writing this shit

We mixing Patron with the Henny and shit, hoes getting close tryna crush me and

shit

Bro still out the pistol tryna shoot us to shit, niggas calling up Skiii tryna

shoot a new vid

Get brody the keys he with my whip but the high coming down so I’m back to the

crib

Shit matter fact fuck it I been in my notes, a nigga been up steady writing

depression

I just got a text, she gave me the green, said that it’s good to come get me a

session

Matter fact fuck it I been in my notes, a nigga been up steady writing

depression

Just got a text, she gave me the green, said that it’s good to come get a

session, nigga (Othello on the beat)