Nights In Harlem (feat. Harlem Spartans & Klayz)

Gospel music

Had the subway looking like nights in Harlem

Three hundred dots (Dots) Trap like Spartans (Spartans)

White got washed (It's washing, it's washing)

Straight got dropped (It's dropping, it's dropping)

I'm giving them lessons

They watching it rot (Uh)

Put my faith in the product (Faith in the product)

Had to pray to the plug (I pray and I pray)

Come like religion (Religion)

I'm spreading the love (I'm spreading it spreading)

I'm whipping my wrist in a motion (Motion)

I'm cooking this food with emotion (Emotion)

No plate when I serve (Serve)

Think I might make me a swerve (Swerve)

I fell asleep in the trap (Trap)

Then I woke up on a corner (Corner)

Kitchen with pots and the pans (The pans)

Steam got it hot like a sauna (Sauna)

Lou did the drum like a band (Band)

Leave with the goods in his hand (Hands)

I'm doing all of the deals (All of them)

They know I'm keeping it real (Keeping it real)

Switching lanes, blame Mary Jane (Switching lanes blame Mary Jane)

It's all real in this house of pain (It's all real in this house of pain)

Dip dippin' in a back seat

Got a brick in that taxi (Taxi)

I got my soldier on track (Track)

He do the lap like a athlete

Aroma, police gon' pull us over, no, no

Hide that revolver, eight balls of that coca, yeah, yeah

Skrring that motor (Skrrt), Sirens coming closer

Put the fizz no soda (Bow, bow)

If they act bipolar yeah yeah

'Cause the mandem Spartans, but they trap like Harlem

All the mandem Spartans, but they trap like Harlem

And the cats keep calling, cats keep calling (Yeah, yeah)

Screaming nights in Harlem, I'll be back in the morning

Three hundred men minus ten thats 290 (9, 0)

Red tape zone, skylight heavy like UFO

Take mans O's, take mans Johns, take mans hoes

'Cause I bring them all back, ratchet and skank, I don't need those

'Cause froo-froo kind code

Can come true and I explode

Two phone calls put that one on hold

Upside living free real remote

Caller I.D. don't caller unknown

She too dead let shoulda composed

Took too long next week I postpone

Shit tracksuit and I ten toes

We different, came in different (Different)

Still gotta write some letters to the ten in jail

Gotta free the villains (Free 'em up)

Dark chocolato African queens, yeah I really like those women (I love 'em)

Andy's free cast back, shout out T got 10/10 vision (Ten)

In jail bro still sinning (Sinners)

Trap house bag and kill him

Back, bros we mash and mission

Dumb cats give man a minute

Thief my style my flow my rhythm

Thief your bae your hoe your Shillings

Spartans rise that loads of drillings

Me your thing thats loads of

You your thing that's loads of kisses

I beef opposition and Metropolitan hittas (Hittas)

Dominant in them dingers (Skrrt)

Anonymous when we did it

Fuck, rebellious to this system

They drawing out the real **** that go warring out with their siblings

War is kicking, now their snitching

Snitches them will get stitches, Harlem Spartans still winning (Gang)

I know I lost all my ****

Vicious, I know that Mizzy still gripping (Free up)

And shout the **** in prison

Hell I miss 'em, took my hittas (Miss them)

No manners ride on Christmas (Ride on Christmas)

Fuck about it's condition (Gang)

Repercussions on missions

Stay Kenny stepping with any weapon we scary broddas we hittas (Hittas)

Done maddest things to these **** (Mad)

No matter what they still fibbing (Chatty)

Still Spartan fishing, target ripping, Harlem villain (Man down)

Guarded targets still dip him (Dip him)

Darling pardon no kisses (No)

Them bitches golden diggers

Scream R.I.P. but they chill with his killers (Fake bitches)

But back to the figures

Trap mash peddling packs and big dippings

Flip flops to be delivering loud dinners

From caterpillars to butterflies out drillers

Thought I was swimming, out here fishing

Survive in the rivers, you drown you ain't vivid

Aroma, police gon' pull us over, no, no

Hide that revolver, eight balls of that coca, yeah, yeah

Skrring that motor (Skrrt), Sirens coming closer

Put the fizz no soda (Bow, bow)

If they act bipolar yeah, yeah

All the mandem Spartans, but they trap like Harlem

All the mandem Spartans, but they trap like Harlem

And the cats keep calling, cats keep calling (Yeah, yeah)

Screaming nights in Harlem, I'll be back in the morning