Like Brash said, I ain't stopping at no red lights All I see is green Run up on me at the red light, you getting steamed Can't go outside, they said I gotta quarantine I got a mask and a 40 with a beam No shows, how a nigga 'posed to eat? I got a son, I got a daughter I gotta feed I gotta feed, yeah
Shout out to Jah, he was dead right I caught him slipping on the turnpike He made a left, then I turned right I told your ass before that it's on sight Goofy, it's a jack move You already know how the apes move They said you was a plate, so I ate food You gave it all up, so I ain't shoot you
Yeah, yeah, I can't show no emotions My mama counting on me, I gotta stay focused I'm paranoid on the day and night Gripping on this Fn at that red light (And that's on Nasty) I lost my nigga to these streets, they did him dead wrong I'm scheming on my opps, we call 'em rims, we tryna score on And these drugs got me nauseous, I need it I got traumatized when I seen him bleeding I'm too authentic for the real, told 'em back off And don't approach me wrong, I might damn let this Mac off I'm going through it, I may just fucking lose it I know you got a vest on, but these bullets go through it, woah
Like Brash said, I ain't stopping at no red lights All I see is green Run up on me at the red light, you getting steamed Can't go outside, they said I gotta quarantine I got a mask and a 40 with a beam No shows, how a nigga 'posed to eat? I got a son, I got a daughter I gotta feed I gotta feed, yeah
Compositores: Caswell Senior (Casanova), Lefty Frizzell Jr Sanders, Rafael de Jesus Fermin, Felix Muller ECAD: Obra #28975669