Peter Rosenberg - Midnight Sunday lyrics

[Outro] Yo This a late night One in the morning In front of [?] liquors Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] The city lights glow, gold on my neck See with your eyes closed V12 engine, purring moving through time zones Notice me, ni**as front but they know it's me Rasheed Elanine name like a rosary So all praise, I'm often mentioned with the greats My sixteens is equivalent to eighths Bars is bricks homie, I walk around like the stick on me Keep talking slick and you get your sh*t split homie No regards, I ain't here for the die laws I'm a man of my word, go 'head and try it, God fu*k around and get your picture hung In the halls where you served and you pitching Jones Yo, word to self where you ni**as from As far as ni**as I fear I couldn't picture one Speaking dirt on my name I probably split your tongue I'm the author, the paint you get your picture from [Verse 2] Yo, yo The fridge empty, stomach to ribs, head out the crib To feed the kids turn my back on my wares, the back of my wig A ni**a thinkin loss in me Anybody step in my square don't want no parts of me Ghost sh*t, face under mask, stay low sh*t Run him for his work and his jewels like he owed sh*t Oh sh*t, heartbeat in my chest This ni**a tried to struggle, nearly beat him to death I'm tryna catch this cab while I'm catching my breath My phone blowin up, Wiz sending me texts It's emergency, cousin got robbed, heading for surgery Bloodstains all on my jeans I'm thinking murder, b Nah, just couldn't be I recognize a charm on my hand, how could it be? Stocking had my vision impaired, I couldn't see I nearly took the life of my own, just tryna eat