Mid Summer Night

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Lotes & Dave - Rap, In English

Mid Summer Night

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[Intro: Lotes] Trill, Coinz, Alone with my thoughts This one's Dave, you might've seen his Blackbox, check him out Let's go [Verse: Dave] First year of college my niggas on it, the women poppin' I'm feeling lively, the drink's inside me, I'm sippin' orange I'm at a party, I see a barbie, I'm moving swiftly I turn to Jussy you see that nigga, he's moving shifty He turns to Rappy, and we laugh a bit We're laughing about how hard he is And live is what this party is This music's so loud, and Bish says, "there's no loud" And Rappy says "I got that," but my man in the back he says "I've got amm' and I've got cheese, from now understand that I am the streets And I'll tax the streets whatever I say And look in my pouch," he started looking around I took a look in the pouch and saw a Smith & Wesson I started looking around, then I saw less and less of My niggas around, I just see figures around Some foreign niggas around, so dead sitting around Rappy, can we cut? This nigga's one-nil up He says, "Hurry up," and then he points it at me I'm like see fuck this, come, we cut quick We've been outnumbered plus we ain't armed, so We left the party in a hurry RJ's like fuck this, and he's going mental And Rappy's like, "Fuck this, can we find a metal?" And I ain't even talking much You see that nigga on the right of the nigga moving slight It's the nigga I don't like but I'ma fix it soon There was a nigga with a knife and a nigga with a .9 And all these niggas moving white, we gotta fix it soon They put a gun up to my friends talking 'bout taxin' the ends I know we lost the skengs but I'ma fix it soon Dialled MC, "Blud, I need a favour" He's talking reckless on the phone, I said save that shit for later Run up in the party, where's the paper? Run up in the party, slapped a barbie tryna stop me, see you later Run up in the party, fuck the neighbours Run up in the party, in the toilets, nigga's tryna catch some brain, aw Run up in the toilet with no heat on me This nigga's pulling for his pouch like he gon' beat on me Until M came around and took the strap away And Jussy sweeped that fuckboy to his feet for me I blacked out for a minute A flurry of punches, they come in abundance his tires are pumped, this nigga's winded I turned the Smithy around, and now I'm sitting him down Gave him a kick in the mouth, and now this nigga's injured M took that gun, and I closed my eyes 'Cause M he came for an M And we don't need life This is all in a second, saw his eyes light up Time slowed down, I felt my hands tie up Fight or flight trigger, 'cause I'm shook of what he could do He could either jook or cook you Time's still frozen, every nigga's stood still M tryna bang, I see the safety clip drop, it's safe to say my lip dropped I'm tryna scream, "M, no," but the words won't go If he bangs, we all go, I know this nigga's loco But this nigga must know this is a murder case we don't need Over a skeng and some weed, so I tried to grab him, but he bursts first I speared him to the floor, but it was too late, the mood changed I heard screams in the back, like fiends on the crack I heard screams in the back I'm looking at this nigga thinkin', "Can I save him?" He's lying in the bath and I know he's a paigon But twenty-five to life, that is the longest statement I'm checking for the wound, I don't see lacerations I don't see blood, don't see none, MC's up He said, "It backfired," say God knows And then we drag him to the floor, like you're not banging anymore That was a sign from the lord, we heard police sirens We started duckin', every nigga's cuttin', don't get nicked We kept on runnin', every nigga's hoppin' fences bruv We kept on sprintin', the dogs are chasin', I hear the barking The dogs are breathin' on my calves and if they bite, I'm tarnished It's every man for himself when it's dogs or feds And there was both, and now my nigga's on the ropes And every nigga better hope that we get away We had our arms on our arms, using arms for the getaway Rapz is struggling to get away, he's bleeding from his leg He was limping, he was setting pace The mandem, they hold the flat door open Saying, "Get in hold the dogs out, then cut after we close it" Rappy's falling to the floor frozen I pick my nigga up by the arms, we make it in and now we're rollin' The dogs are at the door barking, waitin' for the jakes By the time they come, we turnt to dust, we turning up Got Rappy to the clinic, he'll be fine Got MC a new phone, we done lost another line Guns, drugs, women, paigons, and the knives All in the Vale on a mid summer's night

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