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Before Nightfall

๐Ÿ‘ค Uncle TreY โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Before Nightfall โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:26
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โฑ๏ธ 3:26 duration
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Enough of the filler, I'll make you feel things
You know the feeling only being in the field brings
Remember feeling like Kevin Costner in Field of Dreams
Then watched the seeds of faith I sowed watered with all these streams
Gimme my flowers fore I get to the garden
Who said I'd fall off? Lately been thinking of all em
People are seasonal just to sum it up
But this cold nigga left the sno to make em bundle up
Beanies and fur coats, that's how I'm feeling
Keep some heat in the tuck, stupid, I'm never chilling
Cooler heads didn't prevail, he made me kill him
Niggas couldn't save themselves so they made me a villain
Making up stories while I'm working on making a million
Making up minds and sway opinions whenever they listen
In my favor, their taste is my flavor
They know every time I come with that work, it's high grader
High-roller, roulette is my major
Gamble only if it's on myself, I'm my wager
When life gave me some limes that I savored
I made margaritas outta the fruits of my labor
While ya life is on the rocks, all that salt on ya lips
My cup runneth over with blessings, enjoying the sips
Bet it's hard to swallow knowing what he spit is legit
When you sizing up what he kick and every shoe seems to fit
Well, let that sit on yo chest
A 100 proof worth of proof spill every bar, nothing less
I been stalking success
You could say I'm obsessed
And when I speak everything's provided at my behest
Been talking more health, more wealth over my gentlemen
More flights, more nights with all my women friend
More digits, more commas, savings and spending
But no more limits cause I'm lasting longer than trending
My story is far from ending, I'm writing a best seller
Main character syndrome, development has been stellar
Gold dance against my black ensemble
Manicure these money handling hands before I fondle shorty
Still wearing sun shades when the moon out
Moon roof open, bad bitch letting fume out
Talking from these nobody niggas I had to tune out
Cause my bigger picture continues to be something to zoom out
Ain't no stopping when there's more to get done
I ain't gassin' when I say my drive is formula one
Second to none, feelings that I get when it's time
To remind y'all I'm still living well in my prime
This feel like platinum with Chase, strippers would get me to spill
Probably paid off car notes and some utility bills
Feel like a trip from Bronx to Brooklyn, I was linking with Zay
On his roof with the crew where we would sip til we sway
Feel like it's Sunday, I'm brunching with Lysha, Keke, and Jilly
Niggas confused that we platonic cause my friends madd pretty
Feel like I'm back in the ro, when I was bagging with Tomi
Smoking and playing on the game while he counting the money
This is how it feels before the nightfall
I'm coming back in my bag, this ain't a light haul
I can't be hung up on nothing, God made the right call
Do it for the love of this shit cause I don't like y'all
At all
Not one bit
Stop talking to me

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