Green Lights

[Intro]

Just think about it

Flashing Lights, Men In Black

Men In Black, memory gone

Alright, whatever, forget about the original

Charles Hamilton

It's Charles Hamilton

(Yea Sounds)

Hey Kanye, thanks for the beat man

I had to download it, I only buy New York hip-hop on 9/11

CURTIS!

[Hook]

I've been the same since the day I was born

So it won't be long till the day I get on

Wouldn't you knoooww!

It's my time to gooo!

[Verse 1]

Feeling like a million bucks

Want me to dumb down for you idiots, tough

Hotter than a bowl of chili, it's Chuck

So just let it burn like Chili and Usher

I don't wanna have to really get tough

But niggas think they shit is hot, and really it sucks

And I ain't talking crazy, on that 50 Cent stuff

But y'all think it's talent, and really is luck

Me, I'm blessed God, give me his love

Me and him on the same team, it really gets nuts

I spit for four days, your bitch go both ways

Imma introduce her to my chick, we gon play

Not Ray Lavender, it's Charles Hamil-pink

My girl got your girlfriend prick, it's OK

Look y'all, I don't play football

But Imma kill them with the bitches like Vick and OJ

Lights keep flashing

Everybody asking, Is he gon make it with the rapping

I tell them it's my passion

So if it's meant to happen, nigga it will happen, that's it

Girls getting on their flashing shit

Thinking they can get me with their ass and tits

One happened to be my ex's best friend

But me being me, I went ahead and wrecked it

I'm reckless, headless, yes accept it

But she wanted to be the next to catch shit

Doesn't matter, you told me to get to stepping

You hate me too much to come and get your necklace

So now I eat scrambled eggs and regret for breakfast

I learn from mistakes, here's an extra lesson

Bitches ain't shit, and now that I know

I'll be damned if I get caught up for a bottle of mo

See a lot of these hoes are just hoes in the dark

Put some lights on they ass, expose who they are

Niggas is scared, you heard me prick

You be peeing on yourself like the Fergie bitch

Hah, you're nowhere near ill my man

Hip-Hop died, who's in the will? I am

And just for the real I can

Roll up with a hot thing like Will.I.Am

I dropped out of high school, dropped out of college

Dropped into the rap game, how 'bout it?

Hit singles, mixtapes, I got it

Classic albums, my run is just not stopping

Whack beats, weak lyrics, y'all got it

I wish y'all would've never met her like Carl Thomas

The H.E.R that I speak of is Common's bitch

Now I'm beating it, hence my confidence

Her name is hip-hop, and we engaged in a lip lock

Tighter than a Ziplock, later I will get top

Can't be in a relationship

But I can have fun with lady friends

Stacy, Nicki, Tracy, Recee, Ronda, Tanya, Kaycee, Evee

Trini and Michelle, Jenny and Chanelle

Nuby, Ruby, Ruthy, Charelle

Courtney, Sierra, April, Lina, Colina, Molina, Katrina, Ladrima

I'm not a playa cause that really ain't a good look

I just love the honesty box on Facebook

So don't poke me, I do poke back

I do hope that you knew those facts

Nothing really left to say

Best rapper alive a friend request away, now let's play

[Outro]

Don't press spacebar, not yet

I gotta talk my shit real quick

Hold on, let me drop my notebook, I hope y'all can hear this

Hey Kanye, hey don't be mad at me

You did that Rich Boy shit

Rich Boy was new, that's fucked up man

How you gon jump on that shit and make your shit hotter than Rich Boy's shit?

So don't be mad when I make Flashing Lights hotter than your shit

From Harlem nigga, we on so chess(?) here

At least not like the real chess(?) here, na mean?

We real niggas over here, uptown stand up, holla at me y'all