M80 YP - Red Dress

She know what she doing
She know what
Prodigy
She know what she doing when she putting on that red dress
The homies on headset either understand or upset
Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts
Only to bring her food, Mama Margie's, she want Tex mex
Y'all be steady tripping, you don't see the vision?
That's fine with wit me, yeah I heard of quitting but I'll never afford that luxury
Tryna pay my parents crib off, and that's a stunt for me
I had to turn my back on folks who front with who they truly be
Most people don't care nun bout your goals 'less they can shoot 'em down
They'll wait until you king just to go and try to loot the crown
The voices in my head my choice is not to go dilute the sound
If I'm gonna keep my poise I gotta watch just who I move around
And if we talking money I'm on a Ben like the Omnitrix
We've seen the Heatblast so sum my dawgs pack whole lotta sticks
I swear we tried to get tame but at heart we just some Wild mutts
Tryna rock some diamonds, head off, accelerate in foreign stuff
Used to think knowledge come with age but greys matter less
My brotha got like four arms, only two connected to his chest
Sayin even if it stink, fly high, words he live by
Takin rips jawin' off plenty in the mean time
Tryna upgrade life before I turn into a ghost
Freaky I lost track with some folks I love most
These strokes of my pen hitting me like cannon bolts
But I suppose that's just life and how it goes it's like hypnosis like how-
She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress
The homies on headset either understand or upset
Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts
Only to bring her food, thinking they going get some sex next
You just a meal to that lil snack, don't let that take you back
She only give you hour lunches, you just tryna bring the sack
Text read drop off the bag, she ain't feeling none of that
You swear that she your hoe but she be ghosting you like Christmas past
Vicious laughs from her group chat
Don't get distorted, she got you in her contacts simply as "Uber Order"
She know just how to play you, must tune you on a string
Man the way she play her roster she done get herself some rings
I'm astounded, bounded by the clouded clownish notion that he got it
All the numbers in, swearing he going going win and profit
Pockets down to droplets, had tropic storms
Your girl gave you the slip to get out of it like a doctors form
Alarms goin off, you either ignore or be on silent mode
Everyone got some good in em but I done seen that light implode
I ain't change nothing but my gear to counter rising roads
Corny but I'll remember who was right here for the highs and lows
And when I pop I'll let tickets flow to them for any show
Cause they done kept me grounded but always gave me room to grow
I ain't got the time for nobody that I used to know
They be claiming to keep it bucks but they be steady out here shooting does I gotta go Cause
She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress
The homies on headset either understand or upset
Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts
Only to bring her food but he the fourth today, he excess

Written by:
Malik Carter

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