Red Room

Woo I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy Green Lamborghini paper tags skrt Ridin' through the city thirty mags brrt bow Niggas snitchin' 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 playin' when I hit the tree I smell the gas hey hey Lookin' 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 livin' too fast Soul Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep Controllin' 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 Sip the dope help the pain at ease hey Tryna get the money 'fore it clean it was dirty dirty Playin' football hide the fire in my girdle Fire Gettin' locked up runnin' round in a circle circle Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder murder murder murder murder Now my whole family hurtin' hurtin' hurtin' hurtin' hurtin' Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain Curtain curtain curtain curtain Night time lurkin' night night night Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop workin' light light light Lookin' at my momma in her eyes momma Lookin' at me like a new person new person She tellin' me I need to slow down slow down The pain don't go away with the Perky slow down That was when the rap wasn't working wasn'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 skrt Count the bundles 'til my hand start crampin' 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 skrt Ridin' through the city thirty mags brrt bow Niggas snitchin' they the police with no badge woo woo woo How I grew up my momma with 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 playin' when I hit the tree I smell the gas hey hey Lookin' 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 Yo I had a nigga soul livin' too fast Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep Controllin' 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 Ridin' on the back streets thinkin' 'bout my brother Prayin' 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 Holdin' the 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 booklet 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 cookin' 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 skrt Ridin' through the city thirty mags brrt bow Niggas snitchin' they the police with no badge woo woo woo How I grew up my momma with 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 playin' when I hit the tree I smell the gas hey hey Lookin' 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 Yo I had a nigga soul livin' too fast Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep Controllin' me me take a hold of me hold Bitches ain't shit got exposed by E 'sposed So naive cold in the streets streets