Red Dress

She know what she doing She know what Prodigy She know what she doing when she putting on that red dress The homies on headset either understand or upset Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts Only to bring her food, Mama Margie's, she want Tex mex Y'all be steady tripping, you don't see the vision? That's fine with wit me, yeah I heard of quitting but I'll never afford that luxury Tryna pay my parents crib off, and that's a stunt for me I had to turn my back on folks who front with who they truly be Most people don't care nun bout your goals 'less they can shoot 'em down They'll wait until you king just to go and try to loot the crown The voices in my head my choice is not to go dilute the sound If I'm gonna keep my poise I gotta watch just who I move around And if we talking money I'm on a Ben like the Omnitrix We've seen the Heatblast so sum my dawgs pack whole lotta sticks I swear we tried to get tame but at heart we just some Wild mutts Tryna rock some diamonds, head off, accelerate in foreign stuff Used to think knowledge come with age but greys matter less My brotha got like four arms, only two connected to his chest Sayin even if it stink, fly high, words he live by Takin rips jawin' off plenty in the mean time Tryna upgrade life before I turn into a ghost Freaky I lost track with some folks I love most These strokes of my pen hitting me like cannon bolts But I suppose that's just life and how it goes it's like hypnosis like how- She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress The homies on headset either understand or upset Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts Only to bring her food, thinking they going get some sex next You just a meal to that lil snack, don't let that take you back She only give you hour lunches, you just tryna bring the sack Text read drop off the bag, she ain't feeling none of that You swear that she your hoe but she be ghosting you like Christmas past Vicious laughs from her group chat Don't get distorted, she got you in her contacts simply as "Uber Order" She know just how to play you, must tune you on a string Man the way she play her roster she done get herself some rings I'm astounded, bounded by the clouded clownish notion that he got it All the numbers in, swearing he going going win and profit Pockets down to droplets, had tropic storms Your girl gave you the slip to get out of it like a doctors form Alarms goin off, you either ignore or be on silent mode Everyone got some good in em but I done seen that light implode I ain't change nothing but my gear to counter rising roads Corny but I'll remember who was right here for the highs and lows And when I pop I'll let tickets flow to them for any show Cause they done kept me grounded but always gave me room to grow I ain't got the time for nobody that I used to know They be claiming to keep it bucks but they be steady out here shooting does I gotta go Cause She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress The homies on headset either understand or upset Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts Only to bring her food but he the fourth today, he excess