Red Eye (feat. Steven Young)

Im from the 9 I come from savages
Fuck your logic we deal with a different narrative
Before the steak meals butter asparagus
Having respect was more imperative
Industry niggas and gangstas you gotta narrow it
Niggas be finicky pressure I have him tattling
Might fuck up your pockets quicker
But right after you roll them dice you better watch them niggas
Petty artists they be gaffing like they bought a half a key up
Niggas flip the story better than they flip the re up
A bunch of non competers Easy to creep up on the patron margaritas
Killt em calm in Adidas have them follow the leader
Shortie high off my style like a bong of sativa
Bigger goals bigger house
Expect the new editions or Ricky or Ralph
Over Joyce my smile as big as this ounce
As big as this check that hit my account
If not love really whats this about
With my granddad sipping the ginnes stout
I got it figured out really this what livings about

When you're down and out the world don't feel the same
But your love is like elixir to my veins
When the fame is gone will yet your love remain
But it seems that your addicted to that game