Red Light

[Verse 1]

Best believe when I get mine, imma hit the switches

One time for my niggas two times for the bitches

Throwing east side up

Front rows full of golds

This that real Decatur pimping make ya feel it in ya soul

Used to lamp on Gresham Road

Taught me how to be a player

First quarter center, now I'm running for the mayor

Boppers telling me they love me

I can see the fraud coming from a mile out

Hit my line

Make sure that money calling when ya dial out

My OG been telling me to crank up the knob

Give it all you got cause niggas ain't here for long

Your time is limited Remember this

You better focus put ya love in the opus

Make the preacher quote it

[Hook]

I'm just stuck at the red light

Been riding round getting my head right

Nostalgia got me lost in the headlights

I ain't perfect

Hope this sermon end up saving ya life

Take the wheel let it spill

I pray you make it alright

[Repeat]

[Verse 2]

Man I swear

This sense of self is such an awful thing

20 dollars on the smoke but not the offering

Hope these angels cool smoking with smoking out this Optimo

That's all I had on me, they caught me slipping at the liquor st-

Damn

Such a tragedy

Any time any place that's the reality

Eulogies being televised

Berettas singing lullabies

While a mother cries

Survival tactics are drastic

You press yo luck, catch up with em in traffic

His life don't matter when he pressing the line

We based off reactions

They still spraying off joy & Jackson

That's how it is in the fast lane

Better maintain yo lane pimp

Let yo mind drift

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kenny M.]

Used to live in Decatur, '06, '07

But I'm a zone 4 angel, big dog, old yeller

Some the niggas on stage with me, they be in the field, Coachella

Real stain, no sweater; real pain, no Ella

I'm the westside Einstein, I'm like Pac mixed with Urkel

I would hit em with a timeline, but all the clocks in a circle

And the hook on Phonic, now they hooked on Phonic

All my real niggas throwing up they hood like vomit

I gotta analyze the data still, dropping Scotty off in Adamsville

Can't be slipping on banana peel

Know how niggas in Atlanta is

Dump the guts at the red light, I got the guts but I tread light

It's a hundred mill in my headlights, we got big dreams

Fuck a bedtime and I'm still...