Sir Hop - Southside Twilight Lyrics

Basking in the Southside twilight
Outside high like
How I'm gone kill 'em next
Jot these thoughts down as they come
They might just get me rich
It's hit or miss, it's all in my wrist
Like I was whippin' chicks
Every verse is a brick and I would be remiss
If I never made time to take in all of this bliss
The way I stay makin' time to take in all of this spliff
Niggas would think I went and got Berner to sponsor the shit
Hit Committee comin' through we on some monstrous shit
Niggas talk like they hate but wanna work wit the kid
I keep it all business on some personal shit
Big Worm, big mood, this money make me emotional
My style's never free, though at times it is promotional
Them leeches get closer when you doin' what you 'posed to do
You trippin' if you ain't on a mission gettin' ya shit in
I hit the studio in all black like a sit-in
You see the whip I get in
Next time I pull up there's a chance it might be different
I'm harder than your average artist
To the point where detractors admit it when I spit it
They only nice on certain types of beats yeah I get it
The born menace often known to scorn niggas
We born winners... runnin up the score on niggas
We juggernauts, heavy hitters, and go-getters
We struggle not to dim our light while yours flicker
Most of my nights I try to think of ways to take it farther
These two girls call me daddy but I have no daughters
Who's gonna get f*cked first? Now I feel like Father
I am not a piece of shit but I'm somethin' Awful
The scheme nasty don't ask me where the gas be
I feel like The Great Gatsby in a room where the packs be
Smoke until I'm raspy
Sip the rapper water
Clear my throat and then I brutalize the track recorder