Текст песни Red Eye - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, ohh)
I′m a real, I'm a real
I′m a real good slime
I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can′t no more (No more)
We be robbin′ and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon′ go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you
Fuck that shit that he be talkin′, did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
And every nigga ′round me willing 'fore to die for you
Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can′t buy my family back, my life nothin′
I want my Ni back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I′m thuggin'
I′ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can′t no more (No more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon′ go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I′d fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan′ be a hype man
But the minute I wan' be alone, she don′t like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain't wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin′
Fuck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "Fuck this dream, it ain′t nothin′"
And fuck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don′t like how I be stuntin'
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war ′bout my cousin
Diggin' ′but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I′m lookin′ for somethin'
I′ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can′t no more (No more)
We be robbin' and schemin′ (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (Yeah)
Yeah (Slime)