Midnight

[Verse 1: ICECOLDBISHOP]

Mr. Ice Cold, Chuck Taylors on the light pole

What you sign for? Not enough, nigga, try mo'

Throwing hands on camera with a nigga just like tae bo

Make a nigga weave in, bob just like sideshow

12 gauge in a nigga' piehole, I will put black all around a nigga' eyehole

This nigga asking way too many questions, are you 5'0?

You will never pick my brain about what I know

Nine cold and I'm so tired of these niggas raising the crime rate up

He said, "don't kill him," but I did it, I had my mind made up

He showed a blick, then I robbed him, now my time made up

Was born a bitch, I just wonder what his spine made of

Chop a nigga down with Ray Ray' glove

Ice a nigga likе Dae Dae' cuz

I slid through, but they wasn't whеre they say they was

Your big homie saw bitches, and they stay on drugs

These old niggas out here beggin' the plug, talking 'bout, "I only got ten, but sell me a dub"

Same niggas telling bitches that they owe 'em a hug

Man, I'll cuss this bitch out, she only show up with love

Ho, do you know what I does?

I backhand niggas and bitches, fuck the consequence

I spaz out on 'em right now, proceed to hop a fence

Smoke a nigga like some Chocolate Thai hope you got the [?]

Please don't ask me what I represent, hence the Dodger fit

Choppa got me punching on my stomach just like clockers, bitch

You can pull up on us everyday, but, bitch, we not gon' snitch

When you get to heaven, you should ask that man what got him drenched

Three niggas and one bitch, I might as well watch The Wiz

I'm tryna slide, I need somebody to come watch the kids

Don't say too much, this shit is not for kids, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Ché Noir]

Yeah, uh

Don't say too much, this shit is, look

Comparing me to the best is splittin' hairs, it all led to riches

Now I'm mostly hated by broke and bald-headed bitches

Labels want me signed, my reaction? It's blank stares

Chase ya dreams or get hired by bosses to chase theirs

Most people mentally mentally weak [?]

'Cause they role models is rappers and reality stars

When you make it out, never forget the gift of modesty

Rags to riches, but still can't escape the stench of poverty

Yeah, I make rappers nervous with little effort

I don't rap bars when I spit, bitch, I give 'em lectures

Shots fired, have you crippled, stretchers

Body dismembered, gotta identify it just by ya dental records

I seen niggas turn chickens into deviled eggs (Devilled eggs)

I seen rookies turn to masters outta special ed (Special ed)