Blue November Naughty Dogs Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know the world don't like us we can see it on they face
Tryna gatekeep us from the ranks and the race
Rob, steal, kill, I'ma get it anyway
Naughty dogs, putting paws on your face

[Chorus]
I know the world don't like us we can see it on they face
Tryna gatekeep us from the ranks and the race
Rob, steal, kill, I'ma get it anyway
Naughty dogs, putting paws on your face

[Verse 1]
This the wrong night we all on edge
We all did work, some got fed
There's still some left, we ain't done yet
Put a bag on my head just to see who's next
Ducking from the choppers in the wasteland
In the night still tweaking off the day plans
Innate impulse cause if I think twice I'ma do it three times
Bitch mad cause I f*cked her out her FILA's
A young black man in love with cash
I'm polite with my temper like, "Hold these hands!"
Aye, permanent constructs we building a monster
That eat the fortunate like five hundred of 'em fortunate, aye
Forfeited, fork it, fear not I'ma save some
Transform like Shang Tsung this a theme song
Niggas got they hands out and I ain't feed one
Met they open palms with a creed and a fee, son
[Chorus]
I know the world don't like us we can see it on they face
Tryna gatekeep us from the ranks and the race
Rob, steal, kill, I'ma get it anyway
Naughty dogs, putting paws on your face [Verse 2]
Yo, there's only a few real left (Left)
We out here flipping these verses like pure meth, aye (Meth)
Losing muscle I gain it and repress
Cause I'm smooth like a CL or a Jeep with the Sprewell's
With a clip for the anchor
Any spot that I detail is the mark of a beast
Well if I'm honest critiquing y'all is as easy as peak season in [?]
Stated a grey area bleak with a rose (Rose)
I arose and dispose, dowsed in all-gold (Gold)
Can't be sold I'm limited prints gone (Gone)
Wait, FlipMode spin it and flip mode
Infinite sticks hitting for skipping the due diligence
Coke barb is more like [?] act like the innocent
Carbon copies who snort molly and tan cinnamon
Burgundy plaid cut off they Dickies like Jack Nicholson, wait
I'm overlapping with no finish line, hey
Strike quiet but it's stinging like wait, he hot
Fire bitches shaking feathers different colors peacock
I ain't never get a medal for this rap shit
Unless it was unstrapped and I'm champion the savage
And I ain't finna hold you (Nah)
Just push your wig back for my niggas is a virtue like
Count blessings like singles after menu
Pull up to the show got the mans for the venue
Like I got two, four, six, and a nephew
I'm a jazzy nigga I ain't named after Neptune
Let the rest cool
Got out the cesspool, nigga aye yuh