Hidden Nights

Yea
 (Gezin)
 Mmm
 (808 Mafia)
 Check, Ey, get it, yea, ooo-oo
 Ey, Ey
 Yea, long nights long days
 Locked and loaded popping pillies straight up to my brain
 I'm walking with the shadows who've been calling out my name
 Flip the picture
 Sip the liquor, but to me its all the same (Yea)
 All the same yea
 Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
 You've been partying with demons
 I can see it in your eyes
 I've been running out of fucks
 Momma can you tell me why
 Nas hidden in the hills
 Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
 More money equals the problems
 To many nas are tryna resolve them
 I got 40 I'm balling
 Spoke to a killer who 'bout to be calling
 Riding around in a coupe
 Tinted a window my nas will shoot
 Call me the Bozzy who moves
 Jiggy with 'Prada' and pockets of boof
 She want fame
 He's been high
 I'm alive
 Tripping over demons that I've seen walk through the night
 No more time
 If I shoot
 Will you ride
 Lord forgive us I've been sinning, when we rolling dice
 Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
 You've been partying with demons
 I can see it in your eyes
 I've been running out of fucks
 Momma can you tell me why?
 Nas hidden in the hills
 Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
 I beat it up, I ain't like these other guys
 She's been teasing with a na
 Shorty tripping when she high
 Purple sipping in my cup, you can never catch me dry
 Tinted windows in suburbans when we rolling through the night
 You speaking my language, talking money blue faces
 Might pop the champagne, sipping bottles out the cases
 I realize, young na gon' get it anyway yea
 For real I'm 'bout to take this glizzy to the face
 Get paralyzed, the minute a young na finna rhyme
 No I ain't never tired, jump on the beat and I energize
 Got your hoe mesmerized, she knows my songs got her memorized
 You know the memo right? I pour the whole thing when I'm with my slime
 She ride like a pedal bike, I'm dunkin' your hoe, feeling like Mike
 Young na finna slide, you know that we can go all night
 Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
 You've been partying with demons
 I can see it in your eyes
 I've been running out of fucks
 Momma can you tell me why?
 Nas hidden in the hills
 Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
 I beat it up, I ain't like these other guys
 She's been teasing with the na
 Shorty tripping when she high
 Purple sipping in my cup, you can never catch me dry
 Tinted windows in suburbans when we rolling through the night