Native Mindstate - Nightcap lyrics

Verse 1 - #Database Hold up, tell lil' mama roll up Meet us at the show because we the next ones to go up (go up) All the hommies raw everybody say we gone blow up, (blow up ) That's why I'm writing that fire fine Print on the line, no one telling me where to sign I call that winning, no I ain't grinning, I'm beginning to perfect my styling Yea I be wylin' every now an like I'm on the island Rhyming, I never throw the towel in You can catch me bowing, end of my set turn up in Auen Big money we counting, then hit the liquor store on mountain I call my accountant, tell her I need a quarter-pound of that sticky melodic She say she got it, so I get it, that private exotic Make me reminisce and think about how it all started At Rock the Bells and on my mind was a cla**ic installment TEP1, JR, Causmic, TRW, all the hommies were on it So I gotta perform it Hook -TRW / #Database Baby let me know Let me know Baby let me know Let me know now Verse 2 - TRW Hands to the sky if you rep that You could never fail, it's just setbacks You can't bring no scales where you rest at You ain't got no paper, where your desk at? Less fax, slow down baby you gotta wet that 5 star sound, codeine coated I dream with the Moleskin open My thing get the Blue Dream roll it That's everything to me She got vanity, bookings I think insanities looking Art of a war monger, I was writing these poems of peace and they all conquered sh** was timeless a year ago, every time and its bonkers Every time in the concert Spitting my life's pain Stuck in a light reign I marathon and I bomb -- pray Boston Proceed, crazy I seen my city in need in the same way Armed to the tee in a bomber and tee Olajuwon at his peak, this the drama that bleeds Role models was no college The bold, honest n***as in Foamposites, an old Honda A couple keys in the seats Gotta survive on the street To escape this Section 8 zone that I zone out of A lone house on a block in the middle of Stone Mountain Alone, counting the ways I could get radio plays But I'd rather be myself, don't be a slave to the day I'll toast to anyone who's devoted, f** them n***as they over Hook Verse 3 - #Database OK, its DB/ im writing freely/ Like im graffiti Spraying on the wall its No not the tallest, but im flawless Even every part is, who would of thought it Would be easy But we work the hardest Verse 4 - TRW To be them authors, the Don Dadas My shot is water, it must be awkward To have to always be a target of Marcellus Wallace All these girls working somebody get 'em a hardhat All these herbs acting somebody give 'em a call back Tarmac, been fly since a n***a needed a hall pa** Now I post up with a pa**port, imported cash Now I twist up with DB, we use to go to school scheme on the freaks What you know about OZs every week Verse 5 - #Database What you know about them seasonal peaks Hi-lows, no sleeping for weeks SLABS coming in I'm keeping cheap The bags looking like a pillow You sleep Verse 6 - TRW Pitch it through sleet, repeat Tribulations and all Defibulator(s) involved for debilitated and scarred Illustrated response to the song of the siren I belong in the triumph Just a heart of lion climbing along Zion defiant Outro n***as talking that Heisman I don't hear it, reclining In the back of my iris In the back of my eyelids I see the ??? All that repeated violence All the repeated violence All I see are the tyrants All I see are the tyrants All I see is tyrants All I see it tyrants