Wit and Dre Murray - Goodnight lyrics

[Verse 1: Dre Murray] The question is, will I ever make it? The answer is, I already have Having a picnic at the top of a skyscraper I took the elevator, I let you do the math Favor ain't fair, some people say Take the favor back, some people pray E or A, you can pick the vowel homie Meanwhile I'm asking why they wanna move they bowels on me? Thought you would be happy, I was doing fine ‘Cause they ain't wanna see the boy back in ‘99 Different outcome, different reaction Face to face like homie what's happenin' We can get it cracking a young lad thinking that he bad Don't be had I scared of the action You wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight I mean you guys, you wanna hear the truth right? Every day was dark, I pursue night The forecast said tomorrow wasn't too bright I asked God for a new life, I saw my life rise in a new height That's no hype. Close your eyes and receive sight Goodnight [Verse 2: Rigz] I stand for something like an acronym, back in them Raps after rapping ‘em the black with the mac on him Not an Apple, but since fruit he's lacking in I let him know that it's the sin in him and I'm the antonym My thoughts scooped like a barracuda In the Ruger swimming through the rhythm Who the hell are you to tell me I'mma loser When I used the truth of Yeshua and I'm a doer Product of when a lover meets a shooter Remorse got my man slaved Yeah this k**er at the gravesite stuntin' with the suede See this is why I gotta stay awake ‘Cause next thing you know I'm taking hammers off layaway God watch my fate Couldn't block his hired in cops, got Glocks and hate Either way it's hip hop and not rock I make The music that'll detox like Dr. Dre Heard they hit him in his car, slumped him on lean A lot of blood but I must say the love is looking mean See I got a heart for the bigger things Die to self, you could see what the spirit brings We were kings, now my peak is the basement The streets so deep I'm reaching up for the pavement This is payment just to keep it lame As the lame get famous I'll lament for the blameless [Verse 3: Wize] The question is: Will I ever make it? The answer is in the sands of time Paragraphs in every line, faith in every verb Hush little baby don't you say a word ‘Cause everybody's got ghosts in they casa Two faced Phantom of the Opera Never been a Rasta, never dread imposters Flies in your pasta so you wanna eat off my platter You're bringing beef to the potlatch, ok But God reigns, better drive with your top up ‘Cause if you choose that convertible option Might find your mind blown by objects That fly overhead the morgue said I was way past dead Never scared of these monsters beneath my bed nah Dark nights are lit by the full moon ‘Cause the Son is behind every single thing we do The beast is coming out Better tie him down now if you wanna save the town They don't like ‘em ‘cause these lycans are liking He's coming for your throat when he's writing Johnny, I'll fight the good fight Battle all day so I could have a good night