Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jean Francois Duroseau
Songwriter
Samuel A Dennis
Songwriter
Michael J Williams
Songwriter
TreVon Golden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grant Woods Valentine
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yea you talk plenty moves a lot of holes in your circle
Teammates with holes in shoes they trying hard to outwork you
Deeper than hoes and crews disrespect those that have birthed you
Alarmed then hit the snooze somebody's vice is your virtue
After the higher ground Anakin that fire sound
Cut off an arm and that leg see who's on fire now
Face down your motives in question they let your faith drown
It's beautiful if just for a second you saw that gold crown
For every Hampton there's always a O'neal
Once somebody knows a chef they're expecting a whole meal
If supply is low remember the hungry they hold steel
And it's stainless you keep your hands dirty prepping the kill
Half-stepping is real ignore the noise and rep what you feel
Each lesson appeals towards your definition of real
Till the sevens you deal Somerset and Detective Mills
Severed heads end up in a box for you to reveal
Now we all have dreamed of flashing lights
Better days no sirens plenty cash no fights yeah
And we all been through some wrongs and rights
We still play here's to long days and longer nights
Now we all have dreamed of flashing lights
Better days no sirens plenty cash no fights
And we all been through some wrongs and rights
Here's to those long days and longer nights the black orchestra
These seven figure dreams are shaping my reality
The blood money is worth the price of casualties
Risking life to live it ever after happily after we split it fifty
Try to make my share long enough to die and take it with me
Tally my sins a couple mill buy forgiveness quickly
Purchase my real estate in heaven mansion next to biggies
Brooklyn shit Timbaland's bloody from being ten toes
Standard issue or extendos murder in colder blood the
Instrumentals that my pen froze Provide the theme music and
Soundtrack for when I send those in other words I'm arrogant
Banging my shit while I'm banging my shit respectively
Actively aiming at an atheist for disrespecting me impossible
For any human standing next to me to measure up to standard or the
Pedigree Triple H the hammer when I move and swing it heavy for the
Payback I promise that you'll get it during playback rise human
Now we all have dreamed of flashing lights
Better days no sirens plenty cash no fights yeah
And we all been through some wrongs and rights
We still play here's to long days and longer nights
Now we all have dreamed of flashing lights
Better days no sirens plenty cash no fights
And we all been through some wrongs and rights
Here's to those long days and longer nights the black orchestra
What's a sun to a black hole I consume it all at most
Fear is an illusion to a mind that doesn't have hope run it back
This a smoking trick how I inhale ghost from the darkness im sparking
Cause in the light no respawning if you get triggered
Now I'm living like it's 1 in the chamber I channel the anger
I traveled through danger was born with this fire
It's easy to walk it easy to speak it a poem for prophet
A casted angel relearning flight to get back to the cockpit
I jesus walk it out like Andre verses better than Kanye
Versus better than Dipset Im accapella like yahweh
I'm bringing spirit to broadway clip in fully loaded machine
Shooting at con ways, Gunplay like a shout outs
I put names to these bars even when the lights out
I'm remaining a star seeded in the gene pool of god I remain
At the start the foundation of the new world order is black hearts
Writer(s): Jean Francois Duroseau
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