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Red Room

 

Red Room

(álbum: FATHER OF 4 - 2019)


I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt)
Riding through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul living too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controlling me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (Streets)

Sleep on my feet (Feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (Zombies)
Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet (Grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk for me (Check, woo)
I can't sleep 'less the Tec in my reach (Tec)
Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze (Choke, woo)
Sip the dope, help the pain at ease (Hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty (Dirty)
Playing football, hide the fire in my gutter (Ha)
Getting locked up, running round in a circle (Circle)
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (Murder)
Now my whole family hurting (Hurtin')
Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain (Curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurking (Night, night), momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop working (Light, light, light)
Looking at my momma in her eyes (Momma)
Looking at me like a new person (New person)
She telling me I need to slow down (Slow down)
The pain don't go away with the percy (Slow down)
That was when the rap weren't working (Wewb't working)
Living in the trap it's a search (Trap search)
See my grandma in a hearse (Grandma)
And Pistol P gone in the casket
Shot's fired nigga blasting (Brrt)
Cops, they arrive start smashing (Woop, woop)
Opps we shoot shots like the Mavericks (Opps)
Vaults put the cash up and we stash it (Stash)
You flop, we doing numbers can't imagine (Hey)
Money tunnel when the roof panoramic (Skrrt)
Count the bottles 'til my hand start cramping (Cramp)
I come with the drip I need a napkin (Hey)

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt)
Riding through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul living too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controlling me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (Streets)

I been crossed out by my own brother (Woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout to kick the door now we gotta flush it
Riding on the back streets thinking 'bout my brother
Praying that he come home to his loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (How?)
Niggas dying around the same time I had a baby (Hoo)
Here go the operator (Operator)
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it (He ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (Brazy)
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred (I'm the cause of it)
Golden revolver with the laser (Boop)
They done killed my nigga start a war bring the nation (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (Boss)
Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation (Military)
Double up the cup with maple (Woo)
Abomination on your paper I got acres
Black man when you walking and you labeled
Beat the odds they don't wanna see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
Momma's crying cause the police shot they babies
They crooked the motherland they done took it (Crooked)
They take us and lock us up and throw the buckle (Take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (Shook it)
I hate the fame everybody keep on looking (Fame)
We done sold out Brooklyn (Sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma cooking (Grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (Like a don)
I'm a run the money up gotta go and get it (Hey)

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt)
Riding through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul living too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controlling me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (Streets)

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