MBNel - Studio Nights lyrics
[MBNel - Studio Nights lyrics]
Othello on the beat
Let me start it like this
Won't care 'bout shit
Young niggas on the streets had sum by hip
Wanna know it's like this
Some shots they missed
10 years later prolly wouldn't had my kid
RIP lil Chris, can't even cry
Niggas had a feeling it'd be like this
For all them niggas he hit you
Woulda thought he'd be on tip
Shit on crip
Parents touched down in a brand new
Country we lived in one crib
It was mama, pa's, my 2
Grandmas, my great grandma
My uncle's 2 sis
Finally moved out but we still
Down the street and my
Parents fighting to rent in a brand new crib
Weren't used to new shit, thrift store runs
Missed school bell had a grand new shit
(Othello on the beat, Uh)
Started hitting licks, robbing as a kids
Wanted new fit's, new lace
New kicks
Then shit changed started getting that drip
Started getting new poles, new sticks
New clicks
Got lil cash, made a lil change now
I wanna newer house, new truck
New wrist
Now I got a new kid, said fuck new shit
Now I'm steady browsing tryna cop
Me a new crib
Late nights in the south we
All tweaking on drugs
Up all night got poles made tight
Then cops put hot wheels all on tip
One tap of the trigger whole card game flip
We was looking for suckers and
I ain't condone it
But feet coming out whole house getting hit
That boy was our brother
They testing his gangster
Callin' him the way that boy snitched
(Othello on the beat)
We thought he was slime
(Uh) , thought he was slatt
Forsholy a snake the way that he switched
It was me and lil cam with
Them lil revolvers I wish
That you had it the day you got hit me
And Roy on the missions he
Knocking 'em bitches he
Tried to turn up before he turned himself in
Speaking of pens I'm yelling
Free Dino Free Buddah
Free Leak and Free Unc out them pens
Eighty in fees for adding a bitch
Up when I sent it in
'Member sardines and the rice on the side
Now it's Ruth Chris with the
Steak and the shrimp
Getting advances for all of
This rapping a nigga
Been doing when he was a kid
Thank God that I'm living
It's truly a blessing for all of the
Shit that a nigga done did
(Othello on the beat)
Hold up lemme stop, stuck on the block
Pop me a pill and my feelings
3 AM and it's hot and I got me the Glock
I'm tryna record all this shit that I drop
Call up Diego
"What's up with it sly? I'ma pull
Up and record what I got"
On the way to the booth had
The guys in the coupe
When we jump we pull in to the studio spot
Aye
Bro why are you still calling me
Bruh you know I'm at the
Studio bruh this shit rented to
Me hourly bro wassup bye
Aye 'iego bruh you think you take me down
Real quick I gotta go do sum
I'mma hit you and get another session or sum
Brother I gotta do something real quick
Aight
Bro boxing the whip shit I
Don't even smoke opp
Pack so loud I'm starting to get high
Keep carrying no poles 'cause
I'm so known boy
Flipping the cars when they ride by
Still flipping them blocks and
There now cries
Everybody gon' run when they scatter inside
Made bands twin Glocks and
We training our kids
One damn tin stock on the ladder inside
Next day got a show with all my bros
At least 5 poles get snuck inside
We all off euros I dare nigga trick
Whoever mug any trick getting punched inside
And to top it all off got bros outside
Who ain't got ID who gotta pose outside
With gold outside got a
Problem outside be cool
Or else if he get smoked outside
(Othello on the beat)
Aye shit
Can't even trip back on this
Episode writing this shit
We mixing Patron with the Henny and shit
Hoes getting close tryna crush me and shit
Bro still out the pistol tryna
Shoot us to shit
Niggas calling up Skiii tryna shoot a new vid
Get brody the keys he with my whip but the
High coming down so I'm back to the crib
Shit matter fact fuck it I been in my notes
A nigga been up steady writing depression
I just got a text, she gave me the green
Said that it's good to come get me a session
Matter fact fuck it I been in my notes
A nigga been up steady writing depression
Just got a text, she gave me the green, said
That it's good to come get a session
Nigga
(Othello on the beat)
Let me start it like this
Won't care 'bout shit
Young niggas on the streets had sum by hip
Wanna know it's like this
Some shots they missed
10 years later prolly wouldn't had my kid
RIP lil Chris, can't even cry
Niggas had a feeling it'd be like this
For all them niggas he hit you
Woulda thought he'd be on tip
Shit on crip
Parents touched down in a brand new
Country we lived in one crib
It was mama, pa's, my 2
Grandmas, my great grandma
My uncle's 2 sis
Finally moved out but we still
Down the street and my
Parents fighting to rent in a brand new crib
Weren't used to new shit, thrift store runs
Missed school bell had a grand new shit
(Othello on the beat, Uh)
Started hitting licks, robbing as a kids
Wanted new fit's, new lace
New kicks
Then shit changed started getting that drip
Started getting new poles, new sticks
New clicks
Got lil cash, made a lil change now
I wanna newer house, new truck
New wrist
Now I got a new kid, said fuck new shit
Now I'm steady browsing tryna cop
Me a new crib
Late nights in the south we
All tweaking on drugs
Up all night got poles made tight
Then cops put hot wheels all on tip
One tap of the trigger whole card game flip
We was looking for suckers and
I ain't condone it
But feet coming out whole house getting hit
That boy was our brother
They testing his gangster
Callin' him the way that boy snitched
(Othello on the beat)
We thought he was slime
(Uh) , thought he was slatt
Forsholy a snake the way that he switched
It was me and lil cam with
Them lil revolvers I wish
That you had it the day you got hit me
And Roy on the missions he
Knocking 'em bitches he
Tried to turn up before he turned himself in
Speaking of pens I'm yelling
Free Dino Free Buddah
Free Leak and Free Unc out them pens
Eighty in fees for adding a bitch
Up when I sent it in
'Member sardines and the rice on the side
Now it's Ruth Chris with the
Steak and the shrimp
Getting advances for all of
This rapping a nigga
Been doing when he was a kid
Thank God that I'm living
It's truly a blessing for all of the
Shit that a nigga done did
(Othello on the beat)
Hold up lemme stop, stuck on the block
Pop me a pill and my feelings
3 AM and it's hot and I got me the Glock
I'm tryna record all this shit that I drop
Call up Diego
"What's up with it sly? I'ma pull
Up and record what I got"
On the way to the booth had
The guys in the coupe
When we jump we pull in to the studio spot
Aye
Bro why are you still calling me
Bruh you know I'm at the
Studio bruh this shit rented to
Me hourly bro wassup bye
Aye 'iego bruh you think you take me down
Real quick I gotta go do sum
I'mma hit you and get another session or sum
Brother I gotta do something real quick
Aight
Bro boxing the whip shit I
Don't even smoke opp
Pack so loud I'm starting to get high
Keep carrying no poles 'cause
I'm so known boy
Flipping the cars when they ride by
Still flipping them blocks and
There now cries
Everybody gon' run when they scatter inside
Made bands twin Glocks and
We training our kids
One damn tin stock on the ladder inside
Next day got a show with all my bros
At least 5 poles get snuck inside
We all off euros I dare nigga trick
Whoever mug any trick getting punched inside
And to top it all off got bros outside
Who ain't got ID who gotta pose outside
With gold outside got a
Problem outside be cool
Or else if he get smoked outside
(Othello on the beat)
Aye shit
Can't even trip back on this
Episode writing this shit
We mixing Patron with the Henny and shit
Hoes getting close tryna crush me and shit
Bro still out the pistol tryna
Shoot us to shit
Niggas calling up Skiii tryna shoot a new vid
Get brody the keys he with my whip but the
High coming down so I'm back to the crib
Shit matter fact fuck it I been in my notes
A nigga been up steady writing depression
I just got a text, she gave me the green
Said that it's good to come get me a session
Matter fact fuck it I been in my notes
A nigga been up steady writing depression
Just got a text, she gave me the green, said
That it's good to come get a session
Nigga
(Othello on the beat)