RED LIGHT BLUE LIGHT (feat. Prod. Benny) - FATHER SWAMP

I live in a tiny closet A lukewarm cold water flat With room for a couple of cinders And a mouse, a hole, and a trap I don't worry about the flights or count the stairs 'Cause I know someone's there I took a high paying sweeping-up job Dusting after somebody else Seeing that there's clean on the windows Convincing the snow to melt I don't worry about the ride or the subway fare 'Cause I know someone's there One day we'll move uptown, or even out to the countryside And for every leaf on a tree, we'll add one cub to the pride Who cares if the floor ain't level or if the ceiling falls in? Haunted by the devil, and ghosts and boogeymen I can't be concerned, why should I care? No place I'd go alone would compare 'Cause I know, I know you're there One day we'll move uptown, or even out to the countryside And for every leaf on a tree, we'll add one cub to the pride Who cares if the floor ain't level or if the ceiling falls in? Haunted by the devil and ghosts and boogeymen I can't be concerned, why should I care? No place I'd go alone would compare 'Cause I know, I know, you're there

Ugh Ronny J on the beat, bitch Haha, ayy, uh, uh Ayy-ayy Red light, let that bitch go at the red light (ayy) Big bite (yuh), bet that bitch bite like a great white (ayy, ayy) Fistfight, uh, can't do that, we tote them dicks like (ayy) Gunfight, know that this ain't what you want Yes, I'm drippin' like I'm Fiji, huh (ayy) My wrist froze, I'm freezin', huh I made this shit look easy, huh On your fridge, no Jesus, huh Like slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap Okay, like, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap Okay, like jet (ayy), uh, private jet I'm gettin' neck, I'm gettin' checks (I'm gettin') And she throw that ass right back 'cause I'm a vet Okay, my neck, bling, chandelier Ayy, bitch, look right here Okay, my diamonds sing, crystal clear (Clear) Okay like, that bitch, she dinner No, Master Splinter, I hit that bitch with the wood, ayy No, I'm not Courage, but I got some courage I'll pull up and make that bitch twerk, ayy Oh, it's finished already? Haha

Fuckin' commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fuckin' dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? My daddy taught me how to sell dope Turn grams into elbows Light it up when the L rolled Black mask, used to kick doors Weren't no bullets in the guns though Niggas still never argued Raid the house like the task force Me and my niggas like drug dogs Find the dope then we take off Fuck my girl with my chain on Then she tatted my name on it Yellowstone, I was raised on it Actavis in my baby bottle Baby stroller was an Impala Niggas like to talk down on me When I see 'em, I don't hear about it Fuckin' commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fuckin' dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? Never would've met my friends if not for satellites Yeah, I'll cuff her even if she do not suck me right Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life Luckily professor failed me at the proper time Shh-shh, shh, I say "Please" all the time, bitch Shh-shh, shh, I like white collar crime, bitch Shh-shh, shh, money digital broke and Shh-shh, shh, Ghana prince in your messages I know you hate me for leavin' Then let's go crazy together When I tell ya all the things that I'm thinkin' So that we could get better But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher I don't got insurance for this pressure Wanna find the benefits, I can't measure Tryin' not to run out on my temper I can see the ash and the ember That was made from emotional texture I don't know why I took this endeavor Don't identify with oppressors Don't identify with surrender All of my old friends fair-weather Gotta treat my heart like a treasure 'Cause all I know is no one else will Fuckin' commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fuckin' dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? You do not know me, don't speak of my homies, you are a phony Quit pinnin' shit on me, you gon' bring out the old me You don't wanna know what I wanna do when y'all talk down on my name I don't wanna see you in the street 'cause I might catch a case People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!) Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!) Runnin' to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!) I'm runnin' to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!) Fuckin' commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fuckin' dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say?