I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us

See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up

They can't call us bandits no more

Same hood, same corner store

But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more

I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs

Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water

I'm one of five, she the only daughter

She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring

Let's play truth or dare

Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite

I'ma go lights out like dynamite

Smoke one, that I might

I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine

f**k rap, we seen harder times

Jump back like Vinny Carter prime

I'm on mine



I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it

Aye baby, I'ma take it low



I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position

Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin'

Burn hard on a track and get to whippin'

I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention?

For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in

Boy that trap is a accurate description

I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner

'010 niggas thought he was a gonner

He ducked shots, now it's "Bas we gotta phone her"

I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and

Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em

Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin'

I'm on my night job



Got old niggas tryna bite cause they can't capture

The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em

Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's

Nicorette, that's patchwork

That ain't better than your last work

Cigarette, let the ash burn

Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word

I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, Skrrr



Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy

Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy

I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated

Now she on my face time and my nigga she just masturbated



f**k a album release party, I'm out in the streets shawty

How many rappers I killed, counted at least 40

Nah I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me

I'm horny like that Coltrane album

A Love Supreme, that's cold fame album

Lately I've been dancing like a Soul train album

Lately silly making songs bout how they hate me

They've been loving me this whole time

My only adversary was my own mind

Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09

With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all

f**k your co-sign, that nigga can't f**k with Cole neither

Don't ask for a feature, We bring a whole liter of Ether to eat ya

We gotta eat for niggas, keep reachin'

If these bullets was heat seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas

I'm on mine