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RESTLESS NIGHTS Video (MV)




Performed By: Julian
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Jose Castro




Julian - RESTLESS NIGHTS Lyrics




The pinnacle was high for my Brethern's so I set it
The miracle was I made some hundreds out the trenches
How biblical can I get this money will leave you selfish
The struggles kept us starving them nights, we had no lights
Never once regret it, shake it off but don't forget it
What breaks you shouldn't change you and I all use it as leverage
The rock was so addictive, they love it, it's too infectious
When mom put the dope down I knew it all could get better, shit
And I ain't even stressing it, cause that's how life work
Desperate measurements, cook the soda until the pie burst
The game or the fame, an addict is getting high first
Seen him make a million off the trap before he signed first
The baggage wasn't block work, I never hit the soft
I'm all about the commerce and they all about flipping the raw
Couldn't tell them nothing if the money ain't getting involved
Duke robbed the corners from the plug, they ain't getting too far

367 I pray to Allah, whatever Pop says I take to the heart
Peace and blessings God I take them how you send them Lord
With skeletons in the closet kept in the door
Let alone, set and stone from the gecko
My abundance Noriega flavor duffels out the Velcro
My cousin hood rich but never made it out the ghetto
Before he got put on death row he copped the Benzo
Now I see it from my threshold for all he let go
How they try to build with each other, I let that shit go
No matter what he in for, that's my brother, that's my kinfolk
I love him and we bonded like the bail he couldn't get before

Trapping was a different sport right, they had to pick em off
Fabricated in Gucci leather, sweaters from different cloth
How you think we get this far, ain't shit you could tell us
Balance wasn't off before, they had to take advantage
My divine intervention was to see a hundred million
What if I make it to heaven, it ain't what they telling

And It ain't what they telling
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The pinnacle was high for my Brethern's so I set it
The miracle was I made some hundreds out the trenches
How biblical can I get this money will leave you selfish
The struggles kept us starving them nights, we had no lights
Never once regret it, shake it off but don't forget it
What breaks you shouldn't change you and I all use it as leverage
The rock was so addictive, they love it, it's too infectious
When mom put the dope down I knew it all could get better, shit
And I ain't even stressing it, cause that's how life work
Desperate measurements, cook the soda until the pie burst
The game or the fame, an addict is getting high first
Seen him make a million off the trap before he signed first
The baggage wasn't block work, I never hit the soft
I'm all about the commerce and they all about flipping the raw
Couldn't tell them nothing if the money ain't getting involved
Duke robbed the corners from the plug, they ain't getting too far

367 I pray to Allah, whatever Pop says I take to the heart
Peace and blessings God I take them how you send them Lord
With skeletons in the closet kept in the door
Let alone, set and stone from the gecko
My abundance Noriega flavor duffels out the Velcro
My cousin hood rich but never made it out the ghetto
Before he got put on death row he copped the Benzo
Now I see it from my threshold for all he let go
How they try to build with each other, I let that shit go
No matter what he in for, that's my brother, that's my kinfolk
I love him and we bonded like the bail he couldn't get before

Trapping was a different sport right, they had to pick em off
Fabricated in Gucci leather, sweaters from different cloth
How you think we get this far, ain't shit you could tell us
Balance wasn't off before, they had to take advantage
My divine intervention was to see a hundred million
What if I make it to heaven, it ain't what they telling

And It ain't what they telling
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Writer: Jose Castro
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