Midnight Sunday - Rasheed Chappell

This a late night

One in the morning

In front of liquors

Yo, yo, yo

The city lights glow, gold on my neck

See with your eyes closed

V12 engine, purring moving through time zones

Notice me, n****s front but they know it’s me

Rasheed Elanine name like a rosary

So all praise, I’m often mentioned with the greats

My sixteens is equivalent to eighths bars is bricks homie

I walk around like the stick on me

Keep talkin slick and you get your shit split homie

No regards, I ain’t here for the die laws

I’m a man of my word, go 'head and try God

Fuck around and get your picture hung

In the halls where you served and you

Yo, word to self where you n****s from

As far as n****s I fear I couldn’t picture one

Speaking dirt on my name I probably split your tongue

I’m the author, the paint you get your picture from

Yo, yo

The fridge empty, stomach to ribs, head out the crib

To feed the kids turn my back on my wares, the back of my wig

A n**** thinkin loss in me

Anybody step in my square don’t want no parts of me

Go shit faced under mask stay low shit

Run him for his work and his jewels like he owed shit

Oh shit, heartbeat in my chest

This n**** tried to struggle nearly beat him to death

I’m tryna catch this cab while I’m catching my breath

My phone blowin up sending me texts

His emergency, cousin got robbed, headin for surgery

Bloodstains all on my jeans I’m thinkin murder, b

Nah, just couldn’t be

I recognize a charm on my hand, how could it be

Stocking had my vision impaired, I couldn’t see

I nearly took the life of my own, just tryna eat