Lyrics Late Night Cruise - Natti, Young Chu, Deacon The Villain

Late Night Cruise

I don’t need a strap in my lap at all times
Automatic five for felons that tote nines
Riding city filthy trying to contemplate
Smoking that orange for a minute made me concentrate
Just add water
Because it’s a dirty game when players ain’t really playing
Pulpit pushers are slanging salvation and heavy praying
Young ones juggling drugs because the circus is entertaining
They role model say on the surface it’s entertainment
Up until the arraignment the shit gets real
Did you hustle for big wheels grills and record deals
Grown destined to pay a bitch’s bills bills bills
I ain’t judging, I love them when they got skills in heels
But what about your lights, what about your rent
What about them loud pipes spewing gas you spent
Hip hop honey burn through money earned off corners you bent
Feast turn to famine fam' and now that bitch is useless
Hey
You don’t have to worry ‘bout today (shit ain’t perfect)
It’s OK (shit ain’t perfect)
Hey
You don’t have to worry ‘bout today (It ain’t worth it)
It’s OK (It ain’t worth it)
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Million dollar cribs but don’t support their children
Poor niggas making rich decisions
Got to pay the rent or pay the speeding tickets
Lord, the unemployed felon been unemployed size 9/11
But his kids still want them nines and elevens
Last year foot grew to a size seven, now it’s full price
Nicotine fiend smokes two packs a night
Or two packs of white, it’s just true facts of life
First was Chris Paulin', now he eight ballin'
House full of fiends, babies in the corner crawlin'
Moral of the story is darling
Water too high then don’t try to be a marlin
‘Cause the hare with the speed of Clinton Portis
Couldn’t even compare to the flare of the tortoise