Kam Prada - Red Cup

It’s only 3 o’clock and I’m still shooting something strong
Hail mary, called the play ‘cuz now we’re going long
I can smell the rubber burn, huh I see the tables turn
She told me go to hell but already I been through the worst and now
They want me gone for good but I’m still here to stay
Used to play soccer as a kid like everyday
I’m still a baller, now just in a different way
Got Fendi on my collar and this pistol on my waist

I watch my back and keep my head up
This life ain’t nothing what I dreamt of (Yeehaw)
I might hit this party at my friend’s house
And pour some whiskey in my red cup
Got Chrome Hearts with Rick Owens
A cold one that’s the motive
I don’t think nothing’s colder than my heart right now
I gotta keep my focus
I knew this hoe ain’t loyal
Like your beat up Corolla you got more miles than I can count

All my garments straight from Italy or France
Now you want me but I guess you lost your chance
Its been obvious you were never in my plans
Now this BB Simons belt is steady blinging on my pants bitch
Done that shmoney dance yeah
I don’t wanna talk unless there’s money in my hands yeah
We been getting racks racks racks, I got cash cash cash
If they wanna take that, we gon' get it right back in blood hahaha

I watch my back and keep my head up
This life ain’t nothing what I dreamt of (Yeehaw)
I might hit this party at my friend’s house
And pour some whiskey in my red cup
Got Chrome Hearts with Rick Owens
A cold one that’s the motive
I don’t think nothing’s colder than my heart right now
I gotta keep my focus
I knew this hoe ain’t loyal
Like your beat up Corolla you got more miles than I can count

Written by:
Kamran Ahamed, Proelium, Dairy

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