Night Games

Psalm up, Psalm up, let me be, let me be You can't get a truth better than me, let me see My trust, my trust kinda weak, kinda weak Came back people fronting on me, overseas Lime green, lime green Can it be family Got me knowing who on my team and they yelling Psalm up, Psalm up Psalm up, Psalm up Got them veterans loving my scene And they looking for them freaks Where they at, where they at We right here motherfucker, right here [Verse 1: Psalm One] He texting me asking me do I think about him I smiley faced him and said only when I think about him My soul plate is mahalia with regalia Bailing your corny dramal-tudes my army is Lou’s Running the city, ducking them ducks Fighting the rush to rush my lessons Blessing the jah jargon be duff Pardon me but you little fucks can gobble me up Your squad is the suck, a bad mixture Of fake frat sister, sorority, post college hipster Visiting Wicker, Michigan Ave, going broke Back to the blocks, the burbs South side or North poles Living that faux life, having your family jilted You gotta be fresh to def, I know but even Amber wilted With your cameras tilted, getting that money shot I’ma be chilling up in the cut, stuffing my honey pot Or is that money pot, either way I'mma fill it I’m painting to get the oil, so don't be so acrylic [Verse 2: ThaiOne] Strong back, pillow talk Breaking her spine making her waltz Making her walk a little bit strange Dripping the sauce, bodily frame Pardon my slang Haven't we met before, of course I'm sure The darling’s love to go explore The after hours connoisseur It's hypnotic can't you tell they erotic Stare in they optics I'm the stitching that just curve around their inner thighs and pockets Switch the topic, the top of the prophets, closing discussion Busting for the sake of busting Tell your potnas this is nothing Class has never been in session before See I declare war on these weaker motherfuckers, we can settle the score It's predetermined we flipping sermons Earning more than what's on the surface Green light specials in the back, Mississippi burning Galaxy official Psalm credentials over instrumentals Love to play the post the plan is not coincidental This is flashing lights huh, sodium acid A deadly combination here's the flowers for your attic bitch