Red Room

Woo!

I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash

Green Lamborghini, paper tags

Riding through the city, 30 mags

Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge

How I grew up, my momma was my dad

So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)

I like to throw up when I think about the crash

Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)

Looking at the sky, think about my past

When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash

Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad

Devil had a nigga soul, living too fast

Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep

Controlling me, take a hold of me

Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E!

So naive, cold in the streets

Sleep on my feet

Money turn homies to zombies, they eat

Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet

I don't speak, let the check talk for me

I can't sleep 'less the TEC in my reach

Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze

Sip the dope, help the pain at ease

Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty

Playing football, hide the fire in my girdle

Getting locked up, running 'round in a circle

Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder

(Murder, murder, murder, murder)

Now my whole family hurting

Tryna see the light, but we couldn't pull the curtain

(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)

Night time lurking

Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop working

Looking at my momma in her eyes

Looking at me like a 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 wasn't working

Living in the trap, it's a circus

See my grandma in a hearse

And Pistol P gone in the casket

Shot's fired, nigga blasting

Cops, they arrive, start smashing

Opps, we shoot shots like the Mavericks

Vaults, put the cash up and we stash it

You flop, we doing numbers, can't imagine

Money tunnel when the roof panoramic

Count the bundles till my hand start cramping

I come with the drip, I need a napkin

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash

Green Lamborghini, paper tags

Riding through the city, 30 mags

Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge

How I grew up, my momma was my dad

So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)

I like to throw up when I think about the crash

Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)

Looking at the sky, think about my past

When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash

Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad

Devil had a nigga soul living too fast

Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep

Controlling me, take a hold of me

Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat

So naive, cold in the streets

I been crossed out by my own brother

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

Riding on the backstreets 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 three, Mike in a puddle

How am I 'posed to take it?

Niggas dying 'round the same time I had a baby

Here go the operator

Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it

Now my mind going brazy

Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred

Holding the revolver with the laser

They done killed my nigga, start the war, bring the nation

I got a boss situation

Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation

Double up the cup with maple

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

They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet

Started rapping then I shook it

I hate the fame, everybody keep on looking

We done sold out Brooklyn

Man, I miss my grandma cooking

Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted

I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash

Green Lamborghini, paper tags

Riding through the city, 30 mags

Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge

How I grew up, my momma was my dad

So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)

I like to throw up when I think about the crash

Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)

Looking at the sky, think about my past

When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash

Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad

Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast

Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep

Controlling me, take a hold of me

Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat

So naive, cold in the streets