Red Light, Green Light

[Intro: Espa] 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'ma pray all day 'til I get it right [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] 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 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 [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] 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, 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 somethin' 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 [Chorus: Meechy Darko] 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 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 [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] 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 Clap-clap, bravo, I murked him 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 scammin', drug dealin', prostitution and all In the ghetto, prayers to God are like 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 takin' 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 [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & Meechy Darko] 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 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 [Outro: Espa] *Non-Lyrical Vocals*