Yeah, lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Yeah, nah
Lonely night up in that cell
All I ever wanted was a kite to wish me well
All I ever wanted was my niggas to bevel
Shackles on my feet, I'm 12 steps from hell
Damn, cave cried that night when that judge gave that L
Then you turned around and died in that cell, damn
Amen
Lose my niggas to gun violence and crackers
They want homies, getting high off gun powder
Damn, ain't tryna be another victim
Lost some homies to the streets, I lost some to the system
R.I.P. to park the whole hood, miss him
Twelve years later, niggas still slide
Twelve years later, niggas still die
Guess the beef goes on, nigga, end of time
Got a homie doing life, he been denied parole twice
When we talk up on the phone, he wish he never rolled the dice
And his mama getting sicker, and his son getting bigger
Reminiscing about the time, and I'm faded off the liquor
Black lives matters, what we screaming now
Put your hands up, they still gun you down
Keep my hoodie on, I rep for Trayvon Martin
Seen his body on the floor, I know y'all all saw it
Feel like 1805, and we can't dodge it
Blacks, blacks killing black, I guess it ain't a problem
Is a mother in that courtroom crying tears now
Children gave her son a hundred years now
Is a mother going sick, she going crazy
Did I kill the only son that was her baby
Nowadays, we dying just to live, nigga
Them lonely nights, you can't tell me nothing about it
All I ever wanted was a meal ticket
Lost my mama, lost my pop, I gotta deal with it
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English
Yeah, lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Yeah, nah
Lonely night up in that cell
All I ever wanted was a kite to wish me well
All I ever wanted was my niggas to bevel
Shackles on my feet, I'm 12 steps from hell
Damn, cave cried that night when that judge gave that L
Then you turned around and died in that cell, damn
Amen
Lose my niggas to gun violence and crackers
They want homies, getting high off gun powder
Damn, ain't tryna be another victim
Lost some homies to the streets, I lost some to the system
R.I.P. to park the whole hood, miss him
Twelve years later, niggas still slide
Twelve years later, niggas still die
Guess the beef goes on, nigga, end of time
Got a homie doing life, he been denied parole twice
When we talk up on the phone, he wish he never rolled the dice
And his mama getting sicker, and his son getting bigger
Reminiscing about the time, and I'm faded off the liquor
Black lives matters, what we screaming now
Put your hands up, they still gun you down
Keep my hoodie on, I rep for Trayvon Martin
Seen his body on the floor, I know y'all all saw it
Feel like 1805, and we can't dodge it
Blacks, blacks killing black, I guess it ain't a problem
Is a mother in that courtroom crying tears now
Children gave her son a hundred years now
Is a mother going sick, she going crazy
Did I kill the only son that was her baby
Nowadays, we dying just to live, nigga
Them lonely nights, you can't tell me nothing about it
All I ever wanted was a meal ticket
Lost my mama, lost my pop, I gotta deal with it
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Let me tell you about it
Lonely night
Yeah, nah
Lonely night up in that cell
All I ever wanted was a kite to wish me well
All I ever wanted was my niggas to bevel
Shackles on my feet, I'm 12 steps from hell
Damn, cave cried that night when that judge gave that L
Then you turned around and died in that cell, damn
Amen
Lose my niggas to gun violence and crackers
They want homies, getting high off gun powder
Damn, ain't tryna be another victim
Lost some homies to the streets, I lost some to the system
R.I.P. to park the whole hood, miss him
Twelve years later, niggas still slide
Twelve years later, niggas still die
Guess the beef goes on, nigga, end of time
Got a homie doing life, he been denied parole twice
When we talk up on the phone, he wish he never rolled the dice
And his mama getting sicker, and his son getting bigger
Reminiscing about the time, and I'm faded off the liquor
Black lives matters, what we screaming now
Put your hands up, they still gun you down
Keep my hoodie on, I rep for Trayvon Martin
Seen his body on the floor, I know y'all all saw it
Feel like 1805, and we can't dodge it
Blacks, blacks killing black, I guess it ain't a problem
Is a mother in that courtroom crying tears now
Children gave her son a hundred years now
Is a mother going sick, she going crazy
Did I kill the only son that was her baby
Nowadays, we dying just to live, nigga
Them lonely nights, you can't tell me nothing about it
All I ever wanted was a meal ticket
Lost my mama, lost my pop, I gotta deal with it
Writer: Michael Pierre Louis
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