Night Job

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Night Job

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it
Aye, baby, I'mma take it low

I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us
See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up
They can't call us bandits no more
Same hood, same corner store
But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more
I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs
Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water
I'm one of five, she the only daughter—she ain't used to sharing
I ain't used to caring, let's play truth or dare
'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite
I'mma go lights out like Dyna might
Smoke one, that I might—I'm on my night job
Always knew how to play these cards of mine
F*** rap, we seen harder times
Jump back like Vinny Carter prime
I'm on my—

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it
Aye, baby, I'ma take it low

I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position
Earnhardt, I'mma catch some ni*** slippin'
Burn hard on a track and get to whippin'
I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention?
For my ni*** with the pass to get the flip in
Boy, that trap is a accurate description
I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner
'010 niggas thought he was a goner
He ducked shots, now it's "Bas we got a phoner"
I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and
Won't tell you 'bout no Bo$$-Key-Yacht$, don't want 'em
Nigga, word to Selassie I, I'm zonin'
I'm on my night job

Got old niggas tryna bite cause they can't capture
The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em
Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dashes
Nicorette, that's patchwork
That ain't better than your last work
Cigarette, let the ash burn
Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word
I'ma hit the gas, swerve on 'em—Skrr!

Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy
Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy
I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated
Now she on my face time and, my ni***, she just masturbated

F*** a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty
How many rappers I killed—counted at least forty
Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me
I'm horny like that Coltrane album
A Love Supreme, that's cold-fame album
Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album
Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me
They've been loving me this whole time
My only adversary was my own mind
Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09
With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all
F*** your co-sign, that ni*** can't f*** with Cole neither
Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether
To eat ya, we got heat for niggas, keep reachin'
If these bullets was heat seeking
They wouldn't even reach you niggas
I'm on my...