[Intro: Nick Grant]
Yeah
It's for my n***as
Yeah

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Uh, all about the shmoney fuck yo' feelings, my dog
I'm disgusted n***a [?] out yo' ticket, my dog
I removed the roof, yeah that mean the ceiling, my dog
Barkin' up the wrong tree'll get you killed by my dog
Project with no windows, shit built like a prison, my dog
You ain't for the long run, keep yo' distance, my dog
Can't stomach n***as, I just follow my gut feeling, that's all
Crackers look to euthanize, still they killin', my dog
I don't fuck with pussy n***as, this one here for my dogs
Same n***a, I'm just out here lookin' different, my dog
Hatin' n***as changing faces like a Jenner, my dog
N***as slept, now I'm back, I need interest, my dog
Feel like early Puffy, this is big business, my dog
My n***a never said a word, still they sentence my dog
You a fraud, I just peeped away, you livin', that's all
Vision foggy 'cause your image smoke and mirrors, my dog (Ow, and that's a fact)

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
You say this what you want (Yeah)
Well n***a it's all night (All night)
I told you watch your tone (I told you)
But you're steady, wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth)
Now I see just what you want (Yeah)
Well n***a it's all now (All now)
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Teach me how to fish, I eat forever
Thoughts dark as Lupita's flesh, compete at genius levels
Ricardo Tisci, she drippin', why she freak me, why be threaten?
By accident murderers, all these carbon copy felons
Street endeavors and n***as make number runs, polices put guns on us
Like a Biggie LP, baby, this is a cover up
Love is love, all that hatred is making you self-destruct
Model talkin' to me nasty, but some things I won't discuss
I'm not your modern guy
Got a model high up on the checklist, boy I'm still alive
Like Afeni's son laid on the stretcher man
This thing of ours could possibly die off any second
N***a this the moment that God discovered Satan was jealous, twisted
My granny was my hero star, fuck them Bureau cars
Imitatin' trigger fingers our windows do leave you marked
Can't afford a funeral, a fish fry's a start
The brains of this operation 'cause my mental's scarred, my dog (Ow)

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
You say this what you want (Yeah)
Well n***a it's all night (All night)
I told you watch your tone (I told you)
But you're steady, wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth)
Now I see just what you want (Yeah)
Well n***a it's all now (All now)
[Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
(Ow)
(Ooh, yeah)
All night (Told)
I told you
Run your mouth (Oh)
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