Lyrics Studio Nights - MBNel

Studio Nights

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)