HUSALAH - Through The Night lyrics

I ain't never been under a nigga 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'm a 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 nigga the same

Lord just let me make it through the night

I'm pacin' this block wid lots of shit 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 zip

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

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 nigga on the spot dumb block livin'

Slappin' bitches, jackin' suckas

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'm a serve 'em hand to hand

Even if I got ten kicks in my van I'm still on the block

The young nigga doin' it the young nigga movin' it

Niggas on my block ain't smooth we like fluid

So when you come through nigga ya better do it

Cause niggas gon' do it, run right through it

At ya motherfuckin' chest if you not vested

The four-five leave ya chest molested, niggas ain't protected

Cause out here it's all bad

Seen a nigga get his brains cooked man it was sad

The nigga was still in his teens, the nigga still had dreams

Another young nigga lose his life tryna serve fiends

Yo

Lord just let 'em make it through the night

Fuck dat!

Niggas gon' die nigga

Straight the fuck up nigga, yeh

Know wha I'm sayin'?, feel me?

Yo, yo

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 nigga gon' jack

And if he don't jack you know the nigga sellin' crack

And when I sell crack I regulate by leavin' niggas dome flat

Wid the flip-flop Mac, nigga comin' through thirty shots nigga beat that

That little small pea shooter ya holdin'

Ain't fuckin' wid this motherfuckin' chop I'm rollin' wid

I'm in this motherfuckin' Chevy Caprice

Top down coke white wid rims older than me

Cause that's the life I live nigga the life I received

The life I was born with the blood that I bleed

Consist of the gangsta shit, mobsta shit, gangsta shit

Slap the shit out a punk bitch

Slap the shit out a nigga tryna move bricks

On my neighborhood niggas can't serve nigs

Matter fact, a nigga can't do shit

Nigga try to do shit get his fuckin' face split

Now this is real life, real shit

Understand nigga this is animal I'm sick

My brain is gone I'm insane

I'm up the block doin' the same thing nigga when servin' caine

At thirteen servin' fiends, fourteen servin' fiends

Fifteen movin' cream, seventeen hoop dreams

Got defeated, cause niggas had a hundred Gs in the safe nigga and I need it

So when I see these niggas I'm gon' heat it, up

Like a oven it's snuff then I'm hustlin'

Niggas brains is puffin', like a broke down Cadillac

When I put the Mac to the side of his face

Nigga taddle that