The Night Café - AnkhleJohn

Shit, million dollar meetings at the cafe

Honestly I’ve seen more blessings come off a bad day

Tryna spin me like a drag race

Thought I’d be done but I resurrected niggas carry bad taste

Rob his viruses and bacteria

Lights are my only criteria

I cry tears enough cured thirst for a whole village

Potent it’s locked up with co-defendants

He might tell cause he know who did it

His sister and his sister miss his sex victim

Scared to make bail 'cause them bullets could get left in 'em

Wrong place at the wrong time see he was a lookout

His man let out the whole nine

In fact he did it with no signs

Ran off on the plug twice, and now he facin' his whole life

He hope is man don’t tell

He remember it well

The day before he screamin' on murder his whole life

Shit trife (time out)

Sick sick sick

Know what I’m talm bout (Swear to god)

Mic check mic check (Swear to god)

Soundin' Sweet

Shit, niggas been sayin' comin' soon for a whole year

I’m shuttin' down every block like the pope here

As a adolescence I was told don’t ever show fear

White shorty so feared given y’all that coke feel

She was raised up in a coke field in Colombia

Her father was a mob boss a strap under his Cumberbund

Don’t kill women or children, only mother’s sons

And he get straight to the point, like what’s done is done

I turned my idols to rivals in less than one year

'Bout to find another hustle this rap game ain’t no fun here

Game twisted up, bunch of dumb kids, and dumb queers

Shots ringin' off, that’s the real drummers here

And shit I might blow up by the time that summer’s here

First rap check copped an and a beamer

Im tryna eat on the side of the grass that’s much greener

Piece of the Gods and all that (Skrt)

Sick sick sick sick