December Nights (Shit For The Whip)

[Intro]
Your EP drops today, and I'm confident that everyone will love it
I know we haven't talked in forever, but I'm still here for you, and I believe in you, Christopher
So, good luck, kill 'em

[Verse 1]
Back in the hometown, it's goin' down
Moved down South around late July
We stopped talkin' around that time
You was focused on yo' shit, I had mine
Stayed out, I see it, couple blessed weeks
Back when Keke used to text me
We still keep in touch
She still see it as it always was, but, we linkin' up
Touch now, we had grown up
Tell 'em, "Cop a pound"
We gon' blow somethin', drink somethin', then pur somethin' out for his lost ones
'Cause, you don't ever know when the ghost comin'
Tell your close ones
It's cold out here, but I'm prayin' for you
Moved out here, but, on everything, I would've stayed for you
My best friend got evicted
That's some shit that I wouldn't even wanna witness
So, I understand he workin' endless, but, dream big, bro, I need you in this
I know Ron got sentenced
It's kinda crazy, I was gettin' it
But, life ain't easy if you stressin'
And, niggas out here be forgettin' that the present is a blessin'
My nigga Zoo goin' through it
Some parents just closer than others
And, we ain't even that close with each other
It's funny how sound got us closer than brothers
Nigga, I do in twenty-four hours what you do in four days
So, she get mad when I tell her, "Phone work in both ways"

[Segue]
Ayy, mad, it's love
Urm, I just wanna wish you good luck on your release
It's only good things from here on out
And, [?]
And, uh, it's only a matter of time before people respect it
You know
So just keep doin' what you do
Keep doin' your thing down in North Carolina
Keep makin' music for you, not anybody else

[Verse 2]
I remember 2010 back with Trey and 'em in that basement
I was happy just to have some friends 'cause people really ain't used to fuck with me like I would fuck with them
Sophomore year, I was in ninth again
Got clean as shit and started pipin' air
Same hoes used to clown me in eighth grade, nigga, I ain't wifing 'em
Should've got signed 'fore I graduated, but, shit ain't really work like I anticipated
I ain't place the blame around my way
Niggas will shit on yo' fuckin' name, fuck local fame
But, they see you makin' moves, then feelings change
People ain't real these days, but I'm made for it
That's why I pray for it, now, I thank God that I ain't have to stay
Thank God my family straight
Thank God my brothers be down to spray if there came a day
I remember back when I would've been at work today
Hit Beezy phone when I'm 'round the way
Call loud pack for that sticky thing
Chevrolet with youngin, with Shay
And talk bitches for a hour straight
Day one niggas, we was bum niggas, had dreams to make this shit happen
We be front page if we run shit, on the westside livin' lavish
Every mornin' be Christmas, every night be Halloween
'86 be that famous shit, so we tote and creme
Ferrari dreams

[Outro]
Yo, what's good my nigga
My bad I missed your shit, but shit happens
But, I mean [?]
I fuck with that shit, it's dope
I mean fuck what them niggas sayin'
So, you know
We do what we do
Alright, my nigga