Dark Night

Ain't had the hardest life
But man i had to fight
To get what i want i had to be the dark knight
Wasn't swipin chains
But i was writin bout my pain, look
In this dark night, we doin shit right tonight
We blowin up, don't need no dynamite
You throwin up, just beggin for a light
I ain't like you bitches
I fight you bitches
I slide these bitches in my britches (yo)
Keepin on track got rap on my back
You could say i carry myself
Cause rap is the blood that beats in veins
And y'all bout leave your blood in the drain
Sorry i can't leave my problems at the door
I bring 'em to the booth
And spit Em to the floor
Only thing worse than tryna date a crazy girl
Is datin one who's moms
More psycho than her
Tryna spread more rumors
Than the girl i actually dated
She got me fucked up
She should know I'm feelin jaded
Man, you know I'd prolly fuck her too
If she didn't look like she fought in world war 2 (oh shit)
Sorry dawg i ain't tryna be this negative
I'm on my fuckin braggadocio shit
If that ain't evident
But never less
I've been known to second guess
Better yet
Imma pass this fuckin test
So i can cash my fuckin check
Cause I'd never let another motherfucker
Tell me what to do
On my fuckin switch my flow up shit
You know i got the groove
(OH SHIT)

(Cmon Dave)

(Aye)

Late nights i observe from the rooftops
Seein the world for what it is and
What it is not
Poison motherfuckers who thinkin
They on tick tock
Cause they got a couple million
Views on TikTok
Bullshit boy this world fake as hell
As long as it gets em attention they gon
Do whatever sells
I remain different, visually gifted
I peep the bullshit
She don't even like what they doin
They just influence it
Makes sense only cause it makes cents
Sell your soul for a dollar
And some change for your image
Say you're real when you holla
But you ain't authentic
Everybody see the picture
But i see who in it
They're scared of me, don't look over your shoulder
Dark Knights out, and if he sees you it's over
Punch lines to the dome
I repeatedly throw em
I left you with the stank face
Like you smellin an oder
I got a hold of you now
Imma grip like a boulder
Flow cold, hit hard like Louisville Octobers
Tell your people what we're on
Tell em no more Jokers
All the bullshit gone
A new era approachin
Stealin back hip hop from the trash ass
Cappin rappin ass, fake trappin ass
No talent ass rappers
And fuck a hater if you gettin mad
And you feelin bad
Grab a pen and pad and see me
On the track later
Trained fighter when it comes to that
Y'all some puchin bags
When i left and write somethin
You ain't ready for
Kickin ass, takin out the bag
Left my paper stackin, i ain't stoppin
Till i get some Bruce Wayne money

(Oh shit)

(Even on dark nights like these
I can sleep soundly
Cause i know somewhere out there
B-Rent is saving the rap game
One verse at a time)