N.Y.C.E - Dog Fight

Still counting down the days til when my nigga home
Jay did a dime worth a time he still going strong
I'm still sending out J Pay to the gang and picking up every time i see the name
We all running this race against time right
If its yo time then it's yo time right
Gotta light mines and get my mind right
Y'all do the most and im a stick to shit that work me
I'm doing good but i recall when it was worst for me
Back when Quinn had the hammer in the purse for me
Cuz Young called like niggas really trying to burst at me
I'm there wit urgency for loved one certainly
That's why they dig the shit that i spit in every verse from me
Them years was ruthless wasnt easy but we still here
Put in over ten wit them tools I see the Sin clear
Shit we survived the belly of the beast nigga
Wouldnt a survived without them liquor stores and weed pitchers
Gallon of yak and im a smoke the whole zipper
But my third eye open i gotta see niggas
The shit you give in fact coming right back that's a flee flicker
I know karmas a bitch I'm on the lease wit her
We all dealing wit this trauma shit
Hood politics the block yo job yo baby momma shit
We dead it wit the credit can't own could hardly rent
You know this racist hating ass world ain't gonna give us shit
So real niggas thats steering the ship is getting sick
A two face hating ass niggas can't Harvey make a dent
That's why I'm capping for them dark nights
The type of shit we reminisce about on long flights
I had one slice everybody bite get my dogs right
When drama come quicker than Vick it'll be dog fight

Written by:
Curtis Gladden jr

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