Verse 1:
They say they don’t even know you anymore
They’ll either bruise or cut ya, like Demi Moore
Tryna keep a level head like steady pour
While still tryna blow up before I reach 24
That’s the life of an entrepreneur
Half addicted to fame, half alms for the poor
It went from hobby to a mission
To earnin’ enough to live with
Now I’m tryna stay humble, not a cocky contradiction
Kinda cool, cuz I’m hangin’ with celebrities
Inevitably, friends turn to enemies
Over jealousy
Movies on the rise to success are inaccurate
The path to it, is longer than 2 hours, no closed captionin’
But these kids just seem adament, on money and the baddest chicks
Immatating Mac & KRIT & look at all the props they get
From the very few, who said they would be there for you
But couldn’t stick around now there’s nobody to share the view

Chorus:
The night time is almost ours

Verse 2:
And there’s a reason why these kids love Scarface
Something out of nothing you can see it over our face
We’re students of the game, study even the vocal dubs
Til’ we rock at local pubs & dream of gettin’ global love
First time recognized at a restaraunt, feelin like a star
Like Cancers & Capricons
They don’t tell you that the biz is like a battle up in Babylon
They just tell you keep calm & carry on
The baggage is too heavy, for a carry-on
That’s why we lose so many friends on this road we travel on
I used to only do shows for my friends & family
Now at my shows there’s nobody that truly knows me
Dear God please humble me!
Before I get animated like bubble speech
And if I die before this drops let em know I had good intentions
But Satan’s inventive with tainting incentives

Chorus:
The night time is almost ours

Verse 3:
All we want is a little bit of validation
Signin’ autographs feels like graduation
A crowded room can cloud your view of those not proud of who
You amounted to, down a round or two in padded rooms
All I wanted was to see my name on venue signs
And then I saw my name on venue signs
Now these so called “friends of mine”
Who claimed they’d rep til the end of time
Claim that I’m not genuine so let it die
It goes the show then the after-party
Chachi kids in abercrombie
Maserati’s, Daddy’s Audi, drive around crashin’ parties
It gets old but we love it
That sense of adrenaline
That’s why we keep peddlin’ & work to stay relevant
From pre-teens to college kids
& anyone who rocks to this
The night time is almost ours
It’s ours if we don’t call it quits