Traffic

H-town, Houston my home
Yea, gotta feel it, gotta
Yea, Candle

I'm from the city of the purple drank, where nobody believed in
All I had was a dollar, but they told me to keep dreaming
They sell dope like Fat Joe got everybody Leaning
Mo City Don freestyle had everybody screaming
Drive by in a Toyota, niggas hit you with the Rocket
Pull up at prospect niggas tryna pick pocket
Niggas run up on you just to take ya chain or ya locket
Leave you dead in the street uh just to make some profit
Couple niggas ran up on P at gun point in the corner
Thank God I saw him at the hospital and not the coroner
Sometimes I feel like, I'm on my last lifeline
I seen way too many funerals for my lifetime
Playing with the fire I put my life in jeopardy
But what do you expect from me when niggas keep testing me
I gotta keep the tech on me the only thing protecting me
Pussy boy could get smoked, no internet threatening

Run up niggas in traffic uh
Shoot you I don't know what happened uh
Fake niggas really be actin uh
Real niggas put you in casket uh

RIP to all my soldiers looking down from heaven
Give me something to believe in when I start the second guessing
I find myself through the music, I feel the essence
I know I'm something special it's my energy and presence
They told me take my time it's a gift like the present
Take my time it's a gift like the present
Why, why y'all keep testing my patience
I am not the type to sit around and keep waiting
Demand my respect niggas must got me mistaken
Put you in the dirt if a nigga keep playing
Know this shit hurt make you feel what I'm sayin
Open up the gate jump inside and escape in
Just wanna get away from this place lemme escape then
Feel like nobody safe, amen

Amen
Feel like nobody round here is safe, amen
Amen
Ain't nobody safe, amen



Credits
Writer(s): Candle Joseph
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