Vince Exito - Huey lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince Exito] My homie told me he was a fan of sipping 40's on the block lonely Looking for trouble,"The devil on me I keep the heat up on me" He live for nights like this, and lighting spliffs And doing the darkness under the sun but still contemplatin his righteousness Cuz n***as scheme on the regular, and'll split your bean for the cheddar You better duck when you hear the berretta's come Its a hard knock life like a Jay-Z album I'm in the middle like Malcolm I wonder what is the outcome? "n***a pa** that sh** and turn up the volume" And I'd rather kiss a joint than to listen But they're Shaq at the stripe, missing the point [Chrous] Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die Cuz delegates always lie then I ask why Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains Its them and I, the Rebel Guys [Verse 2: Vince Exito] People wonder how the rose grew from the concrete in a land where n***as are pistol gripping Was it written for my n***as not to have sh** to piss in? And Bad Boys carry pistons and leave your soul in trenches Heavyweights without the title, feeling Sonny Liston Forever living my vision, hope i don't spot a shooter Trying to blaze a bullet and put the daylight through my medulla Trying to escape my nightmares, I'm having trouble shaking d**h around the corner, looking over shoulders, double taking Cuz n***as use their iron daily, talking nickel plating And you running from the truth my n***a stick to races Im just telling stories seen off of these different faces Cuz they can't say nothing on a daily basis Oh brother, duck for cover When you in a land filled with cold blooded motherf**ers Its like Im on the brink of insanity And why sleep when d**h up in the family tree? [Chrous] Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die Cuz b**hes always lie then I ask why Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains Its them and I, the Rebel Guys [Verse 3: T.L.] The judge throwing books at my n***as like its the thing to do Dog eat Dog world, its either me or you And it ain't gon be me my n***a Im snatching the crown like they snatched that chain from Shy Glizzy But I know I ain't gon give it back We took a L, we had to get it back No D-Lineman I had to get a sack Of that loud and move like a queen on the chessboard But y'all be around squares, y'all playing checkers But I'm off them board games Im getting board lames Vince just lit the J silent like he saying Jorge Ima f** the game, I ain't really into foreplay Stick with the team, these n***as sweet as a sorbet Its a cold game, bring your coat Im in the booth with Colombian, yeah this sh** is dope If Trump is elected, I know it ain't gon be no f**in hope Ima hop on a plane and get ghost to another coast Yeah Im gone [Chrous] Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die Cuz n***as always lie then I ask why Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains Its them and I, the Rebel Guys