Work 'n Progress - Midnight Cypher at 9:43 lyrics

[Background: Nikko B.S.] This is the last time, dude If I don't do it I'm done [Verse 1: Nikko B.S.] My name is Ody, self-explanatory In court getting judged by the f**ing jury Attack your nurse while I'm dying on a gurney I can't get rid of the cops like they're f**ing herpes They're all fakes like a church sleeze Playing mother Mary after she's on her knees At the church play, praying over STD's While she's thinking about her college fund Going straight to double D's, Jeez Please, just stop the B.S You may not like me cuz it's me inside my chest But with me what you see is exactly what you get And I'm actually a decent person, best secret kept yet But everyone shies away like I'm a deranged vet My mind's a train-wreck, emotional roller-coaster It didn't vacate my brain as I got older I continue to soul-search but the world just gets colder [Verse 2: AKsk**z] So I'm chilling with the crew and they told me to spit it Thought for a minute then said yeah, I'm with it Rolled up a bar and the O.G. lit it Pa**ed it around and everybody hit it Heads started bobbing sh** got dope Ten commandment style, this is what God wrote Yo, square, get with it or get lost Just like a salad, steady getting tossed I came to bring the real, so it's been brought Mind like concrete, never going soft Always hard to the core, hard to the brain You're f**ing up my high, go get schooled on game I got hella street knowledge cuz I chill with O.G.'s Ody's, steady rolling up trees My whole crew brings b**hes on they knees So wa**up, ho? Don't look at me funny f** ya life I'm out for my money Hitting quick come ups, for some nice cash Pistol whip you then it's road-runner, time to dash Shady .380 got d**h in my sock Better have a key cuz I got sh** on lock [Background] You hit it that one, bro [Verse 3: O.G.] Not even on B.E.T. just a crook stealing beats for the elite Like Robin Hood this a verse of pure talent throwing off the balance Conquering tracks with 40's and mallets Your b**h with my dick, call her Alice Looking for a chest to cap Wrong turn end in her a** Smoking gra** with a caterpillar Burning bridges, breaking pillars 8 ball like I'm playing billiards I'm familiar to you squares Step in the octagon or be out my circle These wolves are known to hurt ya Game is known to break ya but I'm a yay-doer never will Weight-mover making bills Always taught to rob and steal Fight and deal, get caught never squeal Save the whining for the pigs Save the bullsh** for the pigs See you there with the black Mercedes rims Matching watch on my left limb Driving with my right even though A Ginga been drinking all night Spitting all night at that b**h in the tights Pretty lips with the matching eyes Kinda b**h you gotta surprise for a second try So I leave her like my trees, get high Not in it if I have to try, probably why My dick dryer than the fire that I walk Big talk that I talk, back it up with ya face Smashing on the block Stripper Neck, Broken Nose, Fire Foot, Deck Life