Trowa Beezy - Lately

Always wanted to get at one of these, man
Uh, yeah
I come alive in the night time
I always strike at the right time
You can get yours, but I want mine
Buying out stores, and the online
Got scores at the compound
She can hop in the whip, take her 'round town
Life look nice in them street lights
Pass me the glass and I get nice
I come alive in the night time
I always strike at the right time
You can get yours, but I want mine
Buying out stores, and the online
Got scores at the compound
She can hop in the whip, take her 'round town
Life look nice in them street lights
Pass me the glass and I get nice
Don't call her your wife, ain't a ring to it
Don't call her your Queen, I'm a King to her
Blow a stack in a night, ain't a thing to me
Only deal with this life what it bring to me
You and you're whole team get a clip if you trip
Don't push it 'cuz I;m too faded
Get high off life, get a touch of the rush
Then I chill, 'cuz I can't jaded
Baby
I'm trying to tell you how to get money, but you want to get naked
Lately
I been feeling if you want to step out, I could always upgrade you
Wavy
Is the way I been feeling since I got a couple commas, don't play me
Hahahahaha
Stay on the grind, always hungy so I dont get lazy
We just hustle foreal
And we still really don't care what you feel
Copped her some bundles, It was quite the deal
And if she ask me I'll say it look real
We been them niggas, you out here for clout
And my wrist flooded, while you in a drought
We run the game, while you running your mouth
Knockdown the kitty, it need an eight count, wow
I come alive in the night time
I always strike at the right time
You can get yours, but I want mine
Buying out stores, and the online
Got scores at the compound
She can hop in the whip, take her 'round town
Life look nice in them street lights
Pass me the glass and I get nice
I come alive in the night time
I always strike at the right time
You can get yours, but I want mine
Buying out stores, and the online
Got scores at the compound
She can hop in the whip, take her 'round town
Life look nice in them street lights
Pass me the glass and I get nice
Blue faces, Pole dancers
Red bottoms, cold glasses
Hang my jersey in the rafters
I got drive, fuck traffic
Two doors in the whip
Her friend gotta climb in the back
She lost her purse in the club
Baby, we not driving back
Ride through on the late night
I don't even want to try to worry
I got a message and it just said "Hurry"
I been amped ever since eight thirty
Got a trip to make and im on time
Half a tank I can make that last
Go on the road I don't drive too fast
Speed cameras out, gotta keep that cash
I come alive in the night time
I always strike at the right time
You can get yours, but I want mine
Buying out stores, and the online
Got scores at the compound
She can hop in the whip, take her 'round town
Life look nice in them street lights
Pass me the glass and I get nice

Written by:
Christopher Wallace

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