Letra de Nights Alone

Rat critter then nap of the sack Nigga whose pussy just raps bigger than men of a pack Run to the top of a great bridge Grip on the bus And the black niggas who tryna rep black nigga What is you choose? It's simply irrelevant So inevident, please Wrestling evidence Keep moving, with definence This all goes for the president Believe right with the governmentese Rights who gotta be kept outta place, right when you 'bout to lay Cold literally goes into these gold diggers Call me and any of your friendly cults when the Gas and the cash couldn't be stashed, finna I seem depressed Always being bothered, and never less Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test They ask me what is happiness- you write it on a check, or you feel it on the sweat when Your dick is in the breast, huh