Red Room

Woo Chorus I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash Hey, brazy Green Lamborghini, paper tags Skrrt, skrrt Ridin�� through the city, 30 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 the 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 heat 'Sposed So naive So, cold in the streets Streets Verse 1 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 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 Percy 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 Vault,s 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 bundles 'til my hand start crampin' Cramp I come with the drip, I need a napkin Hey Chorus I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash Hey, brazy Green Lamborghini, paper tags Skrrt, skrrt Ridin' through the city, 30 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 the 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 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 heat 'Sposed So naive So, cold in the streets Streets Verse 2 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 and bust it Police 'bout to kick the door, now we gotta flush it Ridin' on the backstreets 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 three, Mike in a puddle How am I 'posed to take it How Niggas dyin' 'round 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 the 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 Hoo 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 Mommas 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 Don, don I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it Hey Chorus I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash Hey, brazy Green Lamborghini, paper tags Skrrt, skrrt Ridin' through the city, 30 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 the 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 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 heat 'Sposed So naive So, cold in the streets Streets