Red Light Green Light Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

I lift my hands up high for another night 

Cause I've lost my wings and I wanna fly 

I even wash my face in the river Nile 

I'mma pray all day 'til I get it right 

Before I leave the crib I know I say my prayers 

Pray to God I'm happy every single day I swear 

More money, I'm more prepared, more niggas that's unaware 

Most niggas don't even listen, they only see what they hear 

My mind ain't certain 

That I put enough work in 

These beats, these streets, no purpose 

Repeat, rebuild, resurface 

No longer in disturbance 

Get a shooter if you're nervous 

Stressed out, made a nigga feel worthless 

Can't nobody fuck up on purpose 

I remember when I had no government 

My name was so crazy, had lines like cocaine 

And those the good days, I got them good grades 

Had profit to get paid, I made some mistakes 

That's something we all gon' say 

Had to ignore a bitch call today 

But a little bit of head made it all okay 

If you niggas want a war, then my boys gon' play 

Before I leave the crib you better say your prayers 

Niggas trigger happy every single day, I swear 

More murder, I'm more aware, more bullets, I'm more prepared 

Most niggas don't even listen that's until they hear the bang 

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My mind's uncertain, do I put enough work in? 

Redrum, redrum, bloody murder 

Headshot, close range, close curtains 

No encore, that's for certain 

Clack clack, bravo, I murked 'em 

Hoes, clothes, more drugs, more murder 

More guns, more drugs, more murder, more murder 

In the ghetto where the rats eat roaches 

Gats tucked in our drawers, we don't need holsters 

You gon' learn today, you gon' get involved 

With scamming, drug dealing, prostitution and all 

In the ghetto praise to God alike a long distance call 

I done rang Jesus for years, fuck it, no response 

What, I'm supposed to sit and starve? 

Ha! Gat in my palm and taking yours be my job 

I don't want to shoot and steal 

I don't want to kill and rob 

I just want to provide 

For my mama, my papa, my kids and I 

I just want to provide 

For my bitch, and my homies that's from my side 

But I came straight from homicide 

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