Traffic (Explicit)

Yeah

100 miles an hour to the money, man

Apollo Brown, shit

Yeah

Dequinda Park

East side

I'm always getting to the money

Yeah

So many poor nights I had to grind

I remember it like yesterday

Employed by the streets with some bullets

Or be your severance pay

The 6 man from 6 mile

Didn't rest on the 7th day

God in the flesh, truly blessed

I found the better way

Out the mud with an ounce of drugs

Posted up on Gallagher

Street amateur

First weapon a .22 caliber

On the road to riches

My ambition is my passenger

Rappers rap about keys

In real life they really janitors

The irony

I'm cut from a cloth

They just iron-ons

Had the white girl popping in clubs

No Miley Cyrus songs

I used to be scared whenever police throw they sirens on

Now I'm legal with lawyer money

Just hand me my ticket

I'm from an era of hip hop

Where you had to actually live it

Trapped in the trenches

The hustle is attached to my spirit

This longevity

Most of these guys are flash in the skillet

I'm bout my chick and

Analytics with an immaculate business

I'm just weaving through the traffic

100 miles an hour running red lights

To get my bread right

I ain't never stopping

And it ain't an option

Always plotting some profits

I get it popping

I'm just weaving through the traffic

100 miles an hour

Running red lights

To get my bread right

I ain't never stopping

And it ain't an option

Always plotting some profits

I get it popping

Street economics

Study numbers

Do my due diligence

Move militant

My hand weapon

I stay concealing it

School of hard knocks

They venomous

Where the villains live

Kids killing kids

They're trying to prove who the realest is

I'm from the hood

But negotiate like I'm up on Wall Street

I'm locked in like my daughter's car seat

So we all eat

Spread the wealth

My knowledge is dollars

And I need a check

I'm plugged in

I bring connects

They salty

I'm a seasoned threat

I came from nothing

How you mad at me?

I don't understand

A humble man that perfected his craft

And I love my fans

Ask around

I did a lot

And I never told a soul

A five star general

That's cool

Playing in a soldier's role

I'm a businessman

I pay my taxes and a payroll

An anonymous millionaire

I don't care if my name known

I'm after dollars, euros, pounds, yens, and the bitcoins

Been hustling my whole life

Most fell off, but I'm still going

I'm just weaving through the traffic

Hundred miles an hour

Running red lights to get my bread right

I ain't never stopping

And it ain't an option

Always plotting some profits

I get it popping

I'm just weaving through the traffic

Hundred miles an hour

Running red lights to get my bread right

I ain't never stopping

And it ain't an option

Always plotting some profits

I get it popping

Yeah this is when I put the Benz in sport mode

And get to the money, man

Yeah

A millionaire sooner or later, right?