Jazz man (noir nights)

(Jazz man)
Pain in my mind, pain my eyes
Pain in my circle, pain in my main artery
She says she’s painting me for free
Pain in my circle, pain in the worst views
Pain in a world full of booze, imaginable
I swear, imagine a boo waiting for you at home, cooking, cleaning, doing everything that you want

What you want lil nigga?
What you complaining for lil nigga?
You asked for paper and you couldn’t fold, lil nigga
At times you could get what you asked for, lil nigga
Ask for a nigga, they might show you, nigga

I’m hanging with gorillas and them killers in the villas
Multi universal
My talent internationally known, when’s the curse due?
Straight from the African soil, that’s the worst root
Straight from the African tree, that’s the worst truth
If you find me in the studio then that’s the worst booth
I put two cents in the vending machine, it could hurt you
I think I’m so opportunistic, I should alert you
I put all my opps in a rizzla and gave them curfew
They go night-night-night
I can’t go back to Brokeback Mountain, I got McKnight hype
I can’t go back to being broke, the way my shit set up
I can’t go back another floor, you know my bitch stepped up

Pain in my mind, pain my eyes
Pain in my circle, pain in my main artery
She says she’s painting me for free
Pain in my circle, pain in the worst views
Pain in a world full of booze, imaginable
I swear, imagine a boo waiting for you at home, cooking, cleaning, doing everything that you want

What you want lil nigga?
What you complaining for lil nigga?
You asked for paper and you couldn’t fold, lil nigga
At times you could get what you asked for, lil nigga

I can’t axe niggas, roll on lil nigga
Ex bitch desperate, trying to hold on, lil nigga
Trying to live the life, a life of a don, lil nigga
R.I.P to Bernie, days is doggone, lil nigga
R.I.P my pops man, so long my nigga
So long my nigga, Imma make sure your name lives on, my nigga
You’re the jazz man, I’m the jazz prince, I get it
Make money then split it three ways with my midgets
And you taught me never ever spend money on no bitches
Couldn’t let you go before we watched the game one last time
You put me on the court and said “the game is watching, gotta shine”
Gotta shine

Pain in my mind, pain my eyes
Pain in my circle, pain in my main artery
She says she’s painting me for free
Pain in my circle, pain in the worst views
Pain in a world full of booze, imaginable
I swear, imagine a boo waiting for you at home, cooking, cleaning, doing everything that you want

What you want lil nigga?
What you complaining for lil nigga?
You asked for paper and you couldn’t fold, lil nigga
At times you could get what you asked for, lil nigga

I can’t axe niggas, roll on lil nigga
Ex bitch desperate, trying to hold on, lil nigga
Trying to live the life, a life of a don, lil nigga
R.I.P to Bernie, days is doggone, lil nigga
R.I.P my pops man, so long my nigga
So long my nigga, Imma make sure your name lives on, my nigga
You’re the jazz man, I’m the jazz prince, I get it
Make money then split it three ways with my midgets
And you taught me never ever spend money on no bitches

(Noir Nights)
Fuck it
Fuck it, let’s go zero to a hundred
They don’t really want it, these niggas don’t really want it
This the life I chose
I let Jesus grab the wheel when I was going home
I can’t keep the score, I can’t feel a thing anymore
I got real foes and fake bros
Niggas asking for money so they can fake broke
I did you wrong, I’m so sorry that shit was unprovoked
Hooked on the love drug, I just took my favourite dose
When I have to hide the truth, I turn into a pro
I put my sorrows together and turn them into a prose
I picked the cup up and feel like I figured out the 4
Days turn into hours when I’m inside my hoe
So I told her “In a minute, I need mine and more”
I know she sweet like chocolate but she a yellow bone
That’s Nesquick, I put milk her then I get to stirring
My bitch’s body curvaceous, I had to take my turn
And her body hourglass, it’s a learning curve
Getting older and building, R.I.P David Stern
And the wind in the draft, that’s one of my concerns
I flip my life around and I invest in my return
I fly a bitch to Atlanta to see what she can earn
Light up the cuban Havana, I almost burnt my perm
I never thought insertion would be cheaper than my sperm
I never thought inertia would affect the growth spurts
She let me take advantage of her, said it was the perks
But she never popping pills
I know she doing dirt
You let me do you so dirty baby, it gotta hurt
My momma knew I was legend before my date of birth
My poppa knew what was heaven before he left the earth
Remember we used to share the same views on her religion?
They had to put you in a box so you could go to church
They saw me cutting all the locks, they had to hide the purse
Box and one like Nick Nurse
I’m coming for what’s mine, I’m coming from the deepest turf
Crush up the dose, I’m on the reef again, I gotta surf
My bitch sound like a surgeon sometimes, said “you got the nerve”
The pusher never late with work but always late for work
Think about it
Don’t think about it, just be about it
And if you don’t know shit then why would you speak about it
I’m like a teacher, tell a nigga “better go read about it”
My shooter joined the circus just so he could catch a body
My shooter turned into cheerleader, he catching bodies
I’m cheerily cheering niggas on, tell ‘em
“it’s your turn, go ahead, go on and shine my boy you gotta learn, but you gotta put in work ASAP to meet Ferg”
You ain’t gotta be off white to meet Virgil
The dangers come out at night so be curfew
Aliens come in peace but they could earth you
Can’t be smart about it, it’s called wisdom