Nightshift

Lil Tjay

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    Only 5 PM, I'm coolin', lightin' doinkies in Jamaica
    Put a doinky in my mind, I think these stoinkies make me greater
    Reminiscin' 'bout my past, it was rough, I ain't no faker
    It was rough, but ain't no bluff, you think you tough, I'm gettin' paper

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    Mind expanded, know I'm trained to go
    Game on lock, shit like the figure-four
    Easy, I molded like snow, always on go, I was just under, below
    Niggas was hatin' on me, patiently, I made it here, it was slow
    Couple niggas would've called it fast, I was on a mission for the dash
    Humble nigga, I know how it feel, I was just havin' no cash
    I was just havin' no bag, dead broke, standin' in the rain
    Youngest nigga puttin' in the pain, now we screamin' money ain't a thing
    Chillin', but it's savage in my veins, I'ma keep on comin' with the flames
    They already label me elite, so if I lose, then I'm the one to blame
    Really, I got pain in my heart, if you tryin' gang, gotta be smart
    I stay in my lane, play my part, but when it come to gang, you get sparked
    Really, though, I ride for my brothers, started as a promise to my mother
    Yeah, I know exactly where I'm headed, it be too much on my mind when I stutter
    I don't wanna see nobody suffer, everybody eatin', call it supper
    Really, though, I made it out the gutter, Lil Tjay the one and only, ain't no other
    Now everybody love me, ain't no lover, they tryna throw they face on the scene
    There ain't no motivation in the hood, we livin' with no escape, what I've seen
    I had to march and pace for the green, I know I couldn't wait for this dream
    I'm tryna get this cake, gotta elevate, pop out drippin' Dior to Celine
    Rollin' that Russian Cream when I hit the scene, you could tell a youngin livin' his dream
    Dead like I'm off of a bean, millionaire teen, now you can search me up on Bing
    Now these bitches wanna fuck, fuck or it's up, I could use two or three nuts
    Ain't got no money to hush, it's up and it's stuck, you pull up, you suckin' or what?
    Big VVS's on the gold, made it out the trenches ten toes
    Shout out to my niggas in the can that always stood official, didn't fold
    Shout out to my label for the deal, shout out to my fans, man, for real
    Big Cuban link, I got it rose, we ain't into stressin' over hoes
    Every day, I wake up gettin' rolls, every day, I wake up on the road
    Truly honest, life too fast, I'ma let it sit up till I'm old
    Look how many records I done sold, woke up, I feel like a pot of gold
    How it happened, I don't even know, I saw my lane and all I know is go
    Big 'Miri denim for the feets, big Richard Mille, this ain't cheap
    I ain't into beefin' through the tweets, just live with me, then leave it in the streets
    Real nigga, that's just how it is, ain't nobody stoppin' how I live
    Early twenties, coppin' out on cribs, I started off with nothin' in the fridge
    Imagine what be runnin' through my dome, goofy niggas blowin' up my phone
    Groupies comin', they won't leave me 'lone, I know they wouldn't be here if I wasn't on
    Just because that, I be in my zone, mama raised me solid to the bone
    Reminiscin', I sit up and stone like, "How the fuck you got it on your own?"

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    Composición: Ryan Martinez, Samuel Jimenez, Richard Isong, Brendan Walsh, Luis Campozano, Tione Merritt, Snoh Nowrozi, Marco Bernardis, Compositores: Ariowa Irosogie, Jack Nichols-Marcy y Malik Venner

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