Heated Nights

My life, day one when I was caught up in it young

Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns

The candy shop is where it all popped

Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot

Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block

Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock

Do a few 1-2s and shop

I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock

I love Polo Gear and top

A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the was hot

Dreams and schemes to make a knot

I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock

Gangsta hours if I'm not

I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock

Shorty with an educated bop

With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

Front out of drug buildings under the street lights

Guns go off, we keep pipes

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters

My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile

Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her

Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser

Drunk get 25 thousand a razor

Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica

Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas

Fuck around high, might die on vacation

Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason

Everybody smooth when the cake flip

Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit

Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit

Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit

That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit

No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship

Front out of drug buildings under the street lights

Guns go off, we keep pipes

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night