Red Lights Lyrics - Navin Bose

Intro: 

~heavy breathing~ 

Yuh 

~You are now listening to NJ beats~ 

[Chorus] 

Red lights red lights 

Whippin' in cabana like 

Chillin' in Atlanta sippin' out of my fucking Fanta like 

Living life and makin money gonna sign a deal 

For a hundred fucking mil whippin' 'Cedes in the hills, yeah 

The way it's going gonna get it talking 'bout it gold 

Getting texts up on my phone yeah I got a throne 

And I did it on my own hear it in my tone 

Runnin' for the late nights sick and fucking lights like 

Red lights red lights illuminating headlights 

Puttin' out verses that would make you take a stand 

Yeah you know Navin yeah he puttin' out those anthems 

I don't give a fuck because I did it on my own, bitch 

Yeah this shit is fucking real independent kid 

What I did poppin' out the music good shit 

Livin' life yeah free of all the fuckin' hate 

Motherfuckers see me cus I'm here to fucking put in pain 

Yeah you see me whippin' in the hills you wanna get it 

Youngest kid to do it put me on that fucking Reddit 

Yeah you know a label's comin' to my door 

When I kick 'em to the curb cus I know I got it more yeah 

Yeah more in me to fight I'm gonna let it go 

Motherfuckers see me cus I'm chillin' with electric flow 

Yeah you know what I can get it 'till the day I die 

Motherfuckers see suit and tie who the fuck am I? 

Yo Navin... why you never talk about them girls no more? 

Yeah why you never talk about the world no more? 

Yeah hopefully because I found that fucking girl 

Yeah hopefully because I conquered that fucking world 

Oh shit oh shit yeah I'm on my grown shit 

Changing everyday you know we're getting on that known shit 

Major fucking labels wanna pick up on an old bitch 

Yeah you know with all this shit you know we got 'em going 

I don't know what my purpose on this Earth is 

If I don't achieve my dreams was it really worth it? 

Whether you been grindin' on the daily or be sippin' purple 

Say the person that you are nothin' in this life is certain 

Analyzin' reading these rhymes 

Life ain't bout the fucking money but the money is the grind 

Either you can love me or hate me 

Fuck me or date me 

Bitches actin' lazy 

NAVIN THE FUCKING KING THO 

Red lights red lights 

Whippin' in cabana like 

Chillin' in Atlanta sippin' out of my fucking Fanta like 

Living life and makin money gonna sign a deal 

For a hundred fucking mil 

Whippin 'Cedes in the hills