O.G., Ja’King The Divine - Night Crawlers lyrics

Night crawlers of night don’t worry momma
Imma get it holding that mic
I know it’s kinda hard to be living your life
Im still young searching for the answers in
Life gotta clear my head
So I be walking the night

Everyday I wake up
I’m thinking I gotta get it cause I’m 18
And ain’t nobody handing me no winnings
I gotta stack up the spinach
Cause if I want it ain’t no one gon get it
For me
Specially if my pockets looking finished
Tryna make careers off of writing some lyrics
I wonder if the world would listen o
If I was to ever spit it
To be amongst the greats
Is my target and imma hit it like a prophet
Imma lead you to my water will you drink it?
Unh i often question
Can I be like Cole or Kendrick
And have a mass following
Of fans who love my lyrics
And not because of the gimmicks
And tricks new niggas play
Cause I been spitting since a kid
A problem since he was 8
Unh it’s hard to picture OG
Up In last place but frankly speaking
I ain’t first
I’m just glad to be in the race
Just trying to find my place
I gotta live my life
I’m looking for some answers just
Walking into the night unh

Night crawlers of night don’t worry momma
Imma get it holding that mic
I know it’s kinda hard to be living your life
Im still young searching for the answers in
Life gotta clear my head
So I be walking the night

(Ja’King) flyer than most of you niggas
Ya never take off im auto pilot breaks off
Cruising wit my shades on

Peers used to doubt and tell
Me get my shots up
Til they heard my last song
Now they mouth close shut

Me and og got next like our fangs bleed
Niggas too hot fuck a fan we got Acs

Play me if you want you this boy a haunt you
They said your raps wack now they flaunt you
My cyclops view
Show me slick snakes stick like glue
Don’t let yo optics get fooled
By the props and boobs

You drop sick then they out ya room
Left you to the tombs
Just another story of king and his doom

Live glorious
You forward and espcaped from the womb
Ya soul notorious just make it
Better for ya next audience

Complex with the text I don’t it for checks
Fuck Nike This my blood and my sweat

The night crawlers nigga

Night crawlers at night
Just tryna get a dollar but
You fuckers is tight

And yo bitch tryna holla so
I’m giving her pipe
Ain’t mean to be a dick but
This shit is my life

It’s iigh