I Am Nightingale

Lyrics

[Intro] (Aye, Ecko, turn it up) Aye, look, look Aye [Chorus] Still posted on the J while I'm rolling up his dead ass Suckas tried to slide through the, and got his head smashed On EBK I popped an opp before I made a song Got the drop, run inside his crib while he home alone Southeast, Nightingale, home of the killers Suckas making disses and ain't slid, I could never feel 'em Gang of gorillas from my section bitch we breed apes We just caught a sucka loafin' on the freeway [Verse] The sucka said he coulda had us but he dropped his clip Swear to god we touch a nigga flеsh before we droppеd a diss Rock up on a cornball, like what the problem is? That faceshot turned that nigga to a Kollege Kidd Fuck is a scholarship? I was on the block thuggin' If he ain't in my videos, he wasn't block huggin' It's hard to make some shit shake when you ain't got nothin' I can't vouch for shit that nigga did cause he ain't pop a sucka Pop my brother if he fucking with the opposite If you a shooter, brodie keep that shit anonymous The politics ain't how they was, so shit I made my own This fully switch it go frrumm, crack that nigga skull Tried to send a nigga home, granny praying that I change Convicted felon still ridin' with another case It's gon' be some sacrifices you gon' have to take Is you gon' do it for yourself or do it for the gang Aye, 'cause I been taking risks Them niggas popped my brother up, I gotta take the trip Kasino died sum' years ago and I'm still crying But you can ask that nigga daughter, Jaaybo still slidin', aye Pop door, I ain't ever scared of hoppin' out The suckas text me trynna hoop, pull up to the South I'm in the Valley with the thugs when the Seven dry I'm done funkin' with you niggas, yall don't never slide, aye Nigga, I'm done funkin' with you niggas, yall don't never slide Nigga, aye [Chorus] Still posted on the J while I'm rolling up his dead ass Suckas tried to slide through the, and got his head smashed On EBK I popped an opp before I made a song Got the drop, run inside his crib while he home alone Southeast, Nightingale, home of the killers Suckas making disses and ain't slid, I could never feel 'em Gang of gorillas from my section bitch we breed apes I just caught a sucka loafin' on the freeway