Nick Fine$$e - 2:37 A.M

Ha
It's Fine$$e
Let that bass knock
Let that bass knock
That bass nasty
Let me talk to y'all n*****
Uh

I don't fuck with you squares but I respect the 4 Corners
Never double cross me n****, I'm a forewarn ya
Gotta hustle making the cheese, baking lasagne
Remember my n***** got heat tucked in they undergarments
And I'm well protected
Plus I'm well respected
And you either a blessing or you either a lesson
I just talked to my brethren
We just paid tithes to the reverend
Is it the first or the fifteenth, n**** I'm checking

Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n****(talk talk)
Talk to 'em talk to 'em aye (let these n***** know)
Talk to 'em talk to 'em (let these n***** know)

Back to the beat and back to the basics
You see like it's Lasik, I'm rocking the Asics
My Pumas be sueded
My Vans got no laces
But them white vans get you cases cuz of the checks that I'm chasing
Just like Reebok keep the pump
I got stripes like Adidas, n**** I ain't no punk
You can kiss my Sauconys
And I'm fly up in this soccer tee
Spitting game like I'm Socrates
I follow my own philosophy so there is no stopping me (ya bitch)

Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n**** (talk talk)
Talk to 'em n****(talk talk)
Talk to 'em talk to 'em aye (talk to these n***** man)
Talk to 'em talk to 'em (let these n***** know)

Bring it reverse like Sonny to the bar
I'm a humble n**** no need for a foreign car
That old school clean like it got new janitors
Whip so fly that it might need landing gear
Why you standing here like you pose a threat, you know I'm next
No doubt about it, I'm a keep running up mileage til its over
Game over with no quarter to spare
Make a change in the game n**** this is my year aye

You talked to 'em n**** (talk talk)
You talked to 'em n**** (talk talk)
You talked to 'em n**** (talk talk)
You talked to 'em n**** (talk talk)
You talked to 'em you talked to 'em aye (you done with these n***** man)
Talk to 'em (they wasn't ready)

That's it
Fuck outta here
Go to the next track

HA we out

Written by:
Nicholas Stroud

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