RED LIGHTER (feat. PRINCE CHANO)

I be sparking joints up with the red lighter Yeah Sparking up a joint with a red lighter I be sending files at the red light I be working till I get the red eyes I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired Grind it out I don't need no amscot You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie All these haters now I need a mascot Ima write my name in the damn sky Dashboard working like a task force Head full of steam like a mad horse In my studio I paid for cash for Buy myself anything that I ask for Stuck down with the hustle like an addict My work ethic made em a fanatic Manifesting what I dreamed and imagined I dont see the need for a mattress Bruh I don't get no sleep cause the only way is up I love tuning into beats and putting henny in my cup Bags under my eyes and you could see they bloodied up That's why I be saying f*ck you when they start to judge We gon keep on doing us and Ima keep on going dumb That aint nothing but opinions and that shit ain't stopping none But Like a busy bee I be working through a buzz Money Trees shirt and joggers with the all white air force ones Sparkin up a joint with a red lighter I be sending files at the red light I be working till I get the red eyes I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired Grind it out I don't need no AMSCOT You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie All these haters now I need a mascot Ima write my name in the damn sky Artistry Might as well for as long as I been gone Autograph my name across Chicago skyline when I'm home to show who's back Came pitching pack by the field and track A hunnid yards for this Michael Vick, that's 7, quarterback mhmm Now what's your lifestyle in this bitch Was you juugin in the winter till it was lights out in this bitch mhmm You want your lifestyle to be rich Then you probably gon have to cancel all your nights out in this bitch This for my niggas that was steady whippin water, dirty dishes In the kitchen till they caught a sentence Till they reminiscing on the gang Who don't think its changed But hope it stays the same Writing letters but nobody feel his pain Will that leave they brain Dark tinted, just the like the windows on our whips We be pushing 114 up on the dash Now that's some zips up on the scale Light another L for those that, setting sail on the cross Was on they way to heaven stairwells And we'll be... Sparkin up a joint with a red lighter I be sending files at the red light I be working till I get the red eyes I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired Grind it out I don't need no amscot You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie All these haters now I need a mascot Ima write my name in the damn sky