Midnight @ The Rice

All these niggas do is
Steady look for me
All these oppas want
Is buckets full of steam
I don't really care no more
I just been counting cash
I been on my way
And I done had my laughs
I done had my fights
I laid them on they ass
Pull up late at night
You know I had to smash
On a bad bitch
Wanna do the dash
Living lavish
Do this shit for practice
Do this shit with passion
All of my niggas be rapping
Rolling up J's and them backs and
Cooking it up when we get in this lab
Hop in the stu and I reach in my bag
What do you want from me nigga you lag
What's up I'm back
Can't take naps
Cozy back
He with the strap
With the gang
We sit back
But can't relax
Wake up, glad
Take out the trash
All these niggas talk they shit but do not rap
I been focusing on getting to all my rings
None of these niggas ever pull up
With no heat
At The Rice, all my niggas
Spit that heat
Smoke on sticky sap til
I'm off the leash
Pull up we clean
Pull up we do the routine
Pull up and kill all the beats
Pull up and I gotta lead, huh
I got some things that I gotta do
I gotta show them and switch the view
I gotta pull up and get my loot, huh
Play with the game like a flute, yeah
I cannot listen to you