Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnight Sunday, artist - Rasheed Chappell. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Midnight Sunday |
| This a late night |
| One in the morning |
| In front of liquors |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| The city lights glow, gold on my neck |
| See with your eyes closed |
| V12 engine, purring moving through time zones |
| Notice me, n****s 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 talkin 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 God |
| Fuck around and get your picture hung |
| In the halls where you served and you |
| Yo, word to self where you n****s from |
| As far as n****s 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 |
| 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 n**** thinkin loss in me |
| Anybody step in my square don’t want no parts of me |
| Go shit faced under mask stay low shit |
| Run him for his work and his jewels like he owed shit |
| Oh shit, heartbeat in my chest |
| This n**** tried to struggle nearly beat him to death |
| I’m tryna catch this cab while I’m catching my breath |
| My phone blowin up sending me texts |
| His emergency, cousin got robbed, headin for surgery |
| Bloodstains all on my jeans I’m thinkin 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 |