RED LIGHTER ft. PRINCE CHANO Lyrics

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 fuck 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