Nights Alone

Rat critter then nap of the sack
Nigga whose pussy just raps bigger than men of a pack
Run to the top of a great bridge
Grip on the bus
And the black niggas who tryna rep black nigga

What is you choose? It's simply irrelevant
So inevident, please
Wrestling evidence
Keep moving, with definence
This all goes for the president

Believe right with the governmentese
Rights who gotta be kept outta place, right when you 'bout to lay
Cold literally goes into these gold diggers
Call me and any of your friendly cults when the
Gas and the cash couldn't be stashed, finna

I seem depressed
Always being bothered, and never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness- you write it on a check, or you feel it on the sweat when Your dick is in the breast, huh