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vi finesse - after hours lyrics

[hook]
uh, late nights staying at the booth
my city’s cold, they let them hollows loose
where i’m from, them rumors follow you
so, get them angles like them models use
(all about the paper, that’s the motive if you tell me
all about a meal, got this hunger in my belly
at your local club, i count this bread like a deli
god bless my city, making moves, getting wealthy)

[verse 1]
finessing on your lines, been finessing by the week
i’m working technical, flip the scripts off the street
i’m paying up the bills, but you know i got to eat
so i told them make it quick and she told me make it sweet
and my shawty is the realest, gotta keep it stacked
cause the odds of changing up, i’d never retroact
they don’t love you where i’m from, less they got your back
they don’t hug you where i’m from, we just drop the dap
d-mn, how did i do it when i’m still in college?
raised by my people, call that urban knowledge
raised by my faith and made them blessings work
everything after just became a perk
i’ve been working late nights without the time to burn
and the o’s see my vision, that’s respect earned
uh, they gonna hate you; let them see your prime
that fame gonna get you; but, it’s a state of mind

[hook]
yeah, late nights staying at the booth
my city’s cold, they let them hollows loose
where i’m from, them rumors follow you
so, get them angles like them models use
(all about the paper, that’s the motive if you tell me
all about a meal, got this hunger in my belly
at your local club, i count this bread like a deli
god bless my city, making moves, getting wealthy)

[verse 2]
i know dancers in them clubs that you would never go
i know people in these streets you would never throw
i know christians in the church that would take an oath
and then spend the plate, tryna flip that mold
people judge each other, them words just getting spread
i’d rather see them happy, while they wish me dread
you aiming for the crown, i’m aiming at your head
when you pillow talking on me, better make your bed
moral comp-ss, i’m tryna find the map
show me the way, and we wind it back
youth in my city acting reckless, grabbing the k’s
while you focused on the bottles, by the case
and they lacking, less they got it in the pocket
never been a saint, never pushed it for a profit
never had the thought to come and sn-tch somebody wallet
i rather use this time to invest in my product…

[outro]
uh, late nights staying at the booth
my city’s cold, they let them hollows loose
where i’m from, them rumors follow you
so, get them angles like them models use
(all about the paper, that’s the motive if you tell me
all about a meal, got this hunger in my belly
at your local club, i count this bread like a deli
god bless my city, making moves, getting wealthy)

- vi finesse lyrics

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