Husalah - Through the Night lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't never been under a n***a always been my own man In my own dope spot wid my own coke My own tree my own tech wid breathin' holes Cash out my O.G. nig I need three of those And when I come back I'mma need seven baby Coke white posse slide mobile reppin' crazy Tappin' my gas cause my life consist of this Cars and dope big rifles wid pistol grips Forty stocks wid mo' shots than Koby B We kinda cool but you don't really know me B I been movin' on the late night on my own Wid the angels and the demons flyin' round my dome It's a destructive environment, but this is home People say the only retirement is wid two to the dome And it's a sad sight, but we don't feel this pain Cause last month we seen him do a n***a the same [HOOK] Lord just let me make it through the night I'm pacin' this block wid lots of sh** stuffed in my sock I'm watchin' the cars with the lights on top The four door vans wid tinted windows on my block There's hot ones in my crib pants sweatin' on my grip Residue on my palms I'm bustin' down a whole kick And when it's time to rock the semi-auto gon' kick And if they don't live I think they shoulda asked you this They shoulda asked you this (2X) [Verse 2] There's pain on my heart I'm insane in my brain Last night I pulled a line I had to refrain from sniffin' caine Now I'm smokin' bomb, wid the hop in it Young n***a on the spot dumb block livin' Slappin' b**hes, jackin' s**as Ridin' thick blocks up the block hustlin' Late night on my block, it's all black The demons and the dope fiends pace just to buy the crack And I'mma serve 'em hand to hand Even if I got ten kicks in my van I'm still on the block The young n***a doin' it the young n***a movin' it n***as on my block ain't smooth we like fluid So when you come through n***a ya better do it Cause n***as gon' do it, run right through it At ya motherf**in' chest if you not vested The four-five leave ya chest molested, n***as ain't protected Cause out here it's all bad Seen a n***a get his brains cooked man it was sad The n***a was still in his teens, the n***a still had dreams Another young n***a lose his life tryna serve fiends Yo HOOK Lord just let 'em make it through the night f** dat! n***as gon' die n***a Straight the f** up n***a, yeh Know wha I'm sayin'?, feel me? Yo, yo [Verse 3] Yo the song was over but I was forced to come back Like some cooked coke in a Pyrex bring it back Bring it back let the Husalah rap Cause if he don't rap you know a n***a gon' jack And if he don't jack you know the n***a sellin' crack And when I sell crack I regulate by leavin' n***as dome flat Wid the flip-flop Mac, n***a comin' through thirty shots n***a beat that That little small pea shooter ya holdin' Ain't f**in' wid this motherf**in' chop I'm rollin' wid I'm in this motherf**in' Chevy Caprice Top down coke white wid rims older than me Cause that's the life I live n***a the life I received The life I was born with the blood that I bleed Consist of the gangsta sh**, mobsta sh**, gangsta sh** Slap the sh** out a punk b**h Slap the sh** out a n***a tryna move bricks On my neighborhood n***as can't serve nigs Matter fact, a n***a can't do sh** n***a try to do sh** get his f**in' face split Now this is real life, real sh** Understand n***a this is animal I'm sick My brain is gone I'm insane I'm up the block doin' the same thing n***a when servin' caine At thirteen servin' fiends, fourteen servin' fiends Fifteen movin' cream, seventeen hoop dreams Got defeated, cause n***as had a hundred Gs in the safe n***a and I need it So when I see these n***as I'm gon' heat it, up Like a oven it's snuff then I'm hustlin' n***as brains is puffin', like a broke down Cadillac When I put the Mac to the side of his face n***a taddle that