Eric Dingus - Nightrat lyrics

Nightrat, motherf**er, I don't rap motherf**er Flow blasts on s**ers, graveyard rolling blunts, so They all know my name, they all know my aim Land and a mansion, living life for my team Got my eye to the sky, clouds rolling in Bring the storm, let it roar When I rap, make it pour White noise on the screen, Bones on the creep Now you sleep in the fridge, one slash make 'em freeze Not trying to be cool, not trying to be sick Not trying to be dope, b**h it's just the way I is 2-006. At the crib sipping Cris', Jacob Jeweler on my wrist Lotta stones, let it glisten Stereo slapping, penthouse napping Black leather couch, gold tray full of ashes Cherry oak cabinet, d** I'm ashing Smoking by myself. Tryna hit it? Can't have it Find me in the back. Alleyway rat Torn up jeans with a razor in my pack Long hair, flip it back. House shoes, kick it back Fresh lemonade in my mason gla** See, imma shake patrol, imma break the dash Cop lights in the corner of my eye, let 'em pa** Too young for bars, still ain't got no car Motherf** your favorite rapper tryna play the star Throw us money up high, get that a** down low Til' you lose all your money, and you wish you woulda know When you young and you dumb and you rich blowin' dough 20 years down the road, now you motherf**in' broke Now you old and you broke, 20 years down the road Now you wish you woulda know, now you wish you woulda know Wish you woulda know. Yuh, what, yeah Okay Riding by myself. Well, really not really So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie Chandelier ceiling, pay-per-view billing Summer Slam '98, big television Okay Riding by myself. Well, really not really So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie