The Makk / Burnt Out E

It's the start of a new day. And there's no place in this world that I'd Rather be than right here With Midnight and you. Right on, baby. Right on. I used to ship my bitch up Into DLB's But homies is catchin' cases, You know how that be Rather post a couple Ads, still the same old P's Hop a couple Flights a month back and forth to the V My new bitch forty-two, nobody do it like me Send a whole OT, she bringin' triple a week Watchin' Superfly and Goldie thinkin', "How can I eat?" Off of anything else, I put my all in the streets Never hung With other pimps, that wasn't part of my steez Don't glorify the life and all that bullshit they Preach If I was really on my shit, I would've got a degree Even give my bitches Game, that's just the father in me, word I Mean, these are my people out here, man. I got a whole thing out here, you know, Like I'm controlling. I got a lot of, lot of things I'm Manipulating. I got a nice life, These people out here On the streets are your people now. And here I am, your own brother, trying to Clean up the streets and protect you and the People on the streets are your people. Man. I mean, I really got those bitches' minds Controlled, bruh. I'm laughin', but it ain't funny. Livin' in and out of hotels, rental cars and Dope sales 101 North, I wanna say what's up To Rochelle Pimp niggas who hit licks, Grimy hoes who fuck tricks Bareback some wild shit, Gettin' down foul, shit Don't like it, I accept it My sister think I'm brazy, But respect it The bitch chose me, How can I neglect it? It's pimpin' now, I check it like a mic Been up all night, I wanna toast to the Life Shit be wrong, but I feel I'm livin' Right Pimp my pen, earn stripes on the blade Man, The cuts get deep when you use your own Knife Get home when the sun come up Man, That's just a part of life It's the start of a new day. And there's no place in this world that I'd Rather be than right here With Midnight and you. Right on, baby. Well, I'm gonna be so cold-blooded, baby, That they gonna have to change the name of The game, you know? And then, and I'm gonna get the hottest bitches I can find with a whole boatload of money And a great-looking ride, and then I'm just gonna Stir it all up. Hey UBC, highway, midday Two blunts, Pre-rolled, smokin' while the heat on AC down low Just to keep my feet warm North Face wintertime, Same coast as '05 Pretty bitch, Ho fine, she just smoked a whole dime Meanwhile, Pour mine, act a while, the baby bottle Get Home for the halftime, Lakers still down nine LA State of mind never made me colorblind When It's blue zone, red zone, I'm just tryna get Home Roadblocks on Central, bust a left on Elso Gotta do Wilmington, it's real when they killin' men With AKs Glock nines pull up on your block Like, "Be safe" Who's that? They be with that woo-wap All you heard was Click-clack, duck down, get back I'm just missin' Duck Down, Norton Ave, holla Quack Where the fuck? I just want my dog back Word Out.