Midnight Snack Lyrics

Fresh fruits from the TREE of life

Fish from the SEA of freedom

Jewels from the diamond mine

Cuz your young ass need em

Art from aerosol

A horse to glue

Kentucky derby parasol

Brain Food to chew...

Naysayers found slain

Outta they lane

Harsh words can reach a man (who's) hard to contain

You're the pilot of your own plane

Ass life

So From dumb shit, refrain

He had hella guns and died of diabetes

Dude shoulda ate his Wheaties

Street dreams transform fiends from the needy

Write my obituary in graffiti

My fingers smell like pussy

And my pockets need love

Big money maneuver moves

Are what I think of

Aint nothin sweet but the edibles...

I touch it up somethin incredible

I break it down like I'm LAST in the supply chain

Walk with a fried brain

Their loss don't mean MY GAIN!

That's vulture shit

I'm culture first

Sheep outfits are sold cheap to wolves, with a purse

This (is) lapis lazuli of the track list...

I'm from the blacktop

Niggas is blackish

My fingers smell like pussy

And my pockets need love

Big money maneuver moves

Are what I think of

My shit's integrity driven

I'm from the era of the Acura Integra

With televisions

Fresh and frisky

Bitch don’t miss me

God is with me...

That's why don't invest in a vote...

Or hope from a system that's broke

Or fixed like trick dice

The guaranteed winner

Is the house that's white...

Midnight snackin, midnight mackin, midnight action

I'll spill this game, but that's only a fraction

I got a gut from the drinks

But a sparkle in my eye like King Tut or the Sphinx

I'm down with the winning team

Rest In Playoffs Dennis Green

My palm is itchin

Life is bitchin

Family's good

I'm the king of the block

Mayor of my neighborhood

My fingers smell like pussy

And my pockets need love

Big money maneuver moves

Are what I think of

With a bloody glove

They lure you to their vices...

Inflate your ego

Then abandon you in crisis

My fingers smell like pussy

And my pockets need love

Big money maneuver moves

Are what I think of

My fingers smell like pussy

And my pockets need love

Big money maneuver moves

Are what I think of