Testo Green Light - Jay Critch
Testo della canzone Green Light (Jay Critch), tratta dall'album Critch Tape
Hey
I ran up the money, I found better ways (I found better ways)
Crazy how they treat you when you came
From the bottom (Came from the bottom)
Seen his brodie just the other day (The other day)
Then he got the phone call that them niggas got him (Got him)
Damn, won't see his son again
Toolie on me 'cause I gotta see the sun again, uh-huh
These niggas be frauding, we ain't one of them, nuh-uh
She wish I was normal like her other man, nuh-uh
These niggas want problems, then it's up with them, yeah (Yeah)
Lot of cheese, no government, yeah
I could blow a bag and then I'm up again, yeah
Sleeping off the drank, but then I'm up again, yeah
Think you running down and then I'm upping it, buh-buh
Young nigga finessing, had to go get this bust up
I done seen these bitches do it all, I can't trust her
I done seen some niggas lose it all, that shit fucked up
And I need that dough, mama raised a real hustler
'Bout to get that milli', get the team right
And it feel like man, you niggas slow
And I ain't stopping, seeing green lights
Beam up on the Glock, last thing he saw was just a green light
Fuck the police, they don't care unless they see white
Money cleaner than a quarantine wipe
Get it out the mud, bitch, it's a street life
They pushed me in the mud, I said I need ice
So I could pour it up
They could never keep up, so they always tryna slow us up
Quiet when we dying, but they crying when we stolen somethin'
I don't see nobody, swear I never even noticed them
Chopper got a loaded drum, I got shots for all of them
And it ain't no one on ones, gang with me, I came out with all of them
Can't fuck with no lame bitches, I swear I hate all of them
Police tryna hang niggas, that's why I hate all of them
I ran up the money, I found better ways (I found better ways)
Crazy how they treat you when you came
From the bottom (Came from the bottom)
Seen his brodie just the other day (The other day)
Then he got the phone call that them niggas got him (Got him)
Damn, won't see his son again
Toolie on me 'cause I gotta see the sun again, uh-huh
These niggas be frauding, we ain't one of them, nuh-uh
She wish I was normal like her other man, nuh-uh
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