Red Skies
Im Dodgin and duckin im lost i could feel the frost
Freezin over my whole body my soul pays the cost
I go for gold
But sometimes end up with the bronze
Cuz i can go and do some wrong
In places that i don't belong
I've only played myself
I put my feelings on the shelf
But then i bring'em to the mic
So everything i spit is felt
Im only spitting my insight
Im livin what i write
Had to walk through a lotta dark
Just to see the light
Had to go and make a lotta of lefts
Just to make some rights
Had to do a lotta things
Just to make it through the night
And even when i wasn't feeling strong
I gave it all my might
There were times where i was feeling small
And still surpassed the height
Yeah this muthafuckin
Rapping thing don't happen overnight
Yeah I work a long week so i can drop you something tight
Im up early in the morning
Till the middle of the night
All i see is red skies
My eyes is dry from the kryptonite
Praying up to god
That no one ends up in the crypt tonight
Yeah my biggest fear
Is that we die when we ain't living right
Stuck on all these vices
Yeah i keep rolling my dices
When i Walk outside the door
And there's already heavy prices
It made me nothing nice
Snatch ya soul from ya mobile device
My heart is filled with passion
But im spittin flows That's cold as ice
Could have ah million dollars right now
And it still won't suffice
Take up my advice
If you wanna kill it
Just be precise
Hit'em right in the muthafucking head g
Anything less just don't work
Freezin over my whole body my soul pays the cost
I go for gold
But sometimes end up with the bronze
Cuz i can go and do some wrong
In places that i don't belong
I've only played myself
I put my feelings on the shelf
But then i bring'em to the mic
So everything i spit is felt
Im only spitting my insight
Im livin what i write
Had to walk through a lotta dark
Just to see the light
Had to go and make a lotta of lefts
Just to make some rights
Had to do a lotta things
Just to make it through the night
And even when i wasn't feeling strong
I gave it all my might
There were times where i was feeling small
And still surpassed the height
Yeah this muthafuckin
Rapping thing don't happen overnight
Yeah I work a long week so i can drop you something tight
Im up early in the morning
Till the middle of the night
All i see is red skies
My eyes is dry from the kryptonite
Praying up to god
That no one ends up in the crypt tonight
Yeah my biggest fear
Is that we die when we ain't living right
Stuck on all these vices
Yeah i keep rolling my dices
When i Walk outside the door
And there's already heavy prices
It made me nothing nice
Snatch ya soul from ya mobile device
My heart is filled with passion
But im spittin flows That's cold as ice
Could have ah million dollars right now
And it still won't suffice
Take up my advice
If you wanna kill it
Just be precise
Hit'em right in the muthafucking head g
Anything less just don't work
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Writer(s): Angel Vazquez, Gerardo Vazquez, Michael John Chavez Jr
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