On the real I could never tell a good lie
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
Two cups, let me get it mixed up
Lil bruh pack about to twist up
I ain't been home about six months
Touch down and I make the city lift up
Run it up, I could never switch up
Coming up, they don't see the vision
Had to let my thoughts paint the picture
Now the women and the plot been getting thicker
In the city and I'm sipping on the dark shit
Young Tefron really spinning at apartment
I'ma shine with the ones I fell apart with
Got my brightest thoughts on the night that were the darkest
New neckpiece straight from the arctic
Ex girl left the kid so heartless
Paranoia got me feeling like a target
But when I see the bag I'ma get to it regardless
Been a minute but I'm still on a mission
New beginnings it's a different type of living
Put me in coach, you know I been itching
I'm just tryna make a difference on my town if they listen
Been on the move so you know I gotta get it now
I was 18, thought I had it figured out
Back then I was screaming gang gang
And it's still the same lane but I just took a different route
Never used to have the confidence
Now I hear them talking bout the smoke I want all of it
I could never worry about a consequence
If I'm in a category you could call it condiments
Cause I been in the saucepan
You still taking part time orders from your boss man
Feeling like a young Ricky Ross
Nothing rearranges motivation like a loss can
Now I got em saying Goddamn
I got all the keys where the motherf*cking locks at
Reminiscing Varadero tripping with my Cross fam
Next time we hit the island shit ain't about to cost them
Cause all is well that ends well
Getting faded on a flight like I'm Denzel
You won't ever see me on that XXL
But if you talking freshman I'm a young Manziel
Moms hit me saying rest up
She don't understand the vision
Tried to tell her that I'm pushing on the gas till I turn this Nissan to an all white Tesla
Or a Range or a Phantom
Never been a car guy, rather cop a mansion
Trips for the family, jet for the set
I got people back at home that I said I won't forget
On the real I could never tell a good lie
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
Abraham - REDEYE Lyrics
Abraham - REDEYE Lyrics
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On the real I could never tell a good lie
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
Two cups, let me get it mixed up
Lil bruh pack about to twist up
I ain't been home about six months
Touch down and I make the city lift up
Run it up, I could never switch up
Coming up, they don't see the vision
Had to let my thoughts paint the picture
Now the women and the plot been getting thicker
In the city and I'm sipping on the dark shit
Young Tefron really spinning at apartment
I'ma shine with the ones I fell apart with
Got my brightest thoughts on the night that were the darkest
New neckpiece straight from the arctic
Ex girl left the kid so heartless
Paranoia got me feeling like a target
But when I see the bag I'ma get to it regardless
Been a minute but I'm still on a mission
New beginnings it's a different type of living
Put me in coach, you know I been itching
I'm just tryna make a difference on my town if they listen
Been on the move so you know I gotta get it now
I was 18, thought I had it figured out
Back then I was screaming gang gang
And it's still the same lane but I just took a different route
Never used to have the confidence
Now I hear them talking bout the smoke I want all of it
I could never worry about a consequence
If I'm in a category you could call it condiments
Cause I been in the saucepan
You still taking part time orders from your boss man
Feeling like a young Ricky Ross
Nothing rearranges motivation like a loss can
Now I got em saying Goddamn
I got all the keys where the motherf*cking locks at
Reminiscing Varadero tripping with my Cross fam
Next time we hit the island shit ain't about to cost them
Cause all is well that ends well
Getting faded on a flight like I'm Denzel
You won't ever see me on that XXL
But if you talking freshman I'm a young Manziel
Moms hit me saying rest up
She don't understand the vision
Tried to tell her that I'm pushing on the gas till I turn this Nissan to an all white Tesla
Or a Range or a Phantom
Never been a car guy, rather cop a mansion
Trips for the family, jet for the set
I got people back at home that I said I won't forget
On the real I could never tell a good lie
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
Two cups, let me get it mixed up
Lil bruh pack about to twist up
I ain't been home about six months
Touch down and I make the city lift up
Run it up, I could never switch up
Coming up, they don't see the vision
Had to let my thoughts paint the picture
Now the women and the plot been getting thicker
In the city and I'm sipping on the dark shit
Young Tefron really spinning at apartment
I'ma shine with the ones I fell apart with
Got my brightest thoughts on the night that were the darkest
New neckpiece straight from the arctic
Ex girl left the kid so heartless
Paranoia got me feeling like a target
But when I see the bag I'ma get to it regardless
Been a minute but I'm still on a mission
New beginnings it's a different type of living
Put me in coach, you know I been itching
I'm just tryna make a difference on my town if they listen
Been on the move so you know I gotta get it now
I was 18, thought I had it figured out
Back then I was screaming gang gang
And it's still the same lane but I just took a different route
Never used to have the confidence
Now I hear them talking bout the smoke I want all of it
I could never worry about a consequence
If I'm in a category you could call it condiments
Cause I been in the saucepan
You still taking part time orders from your boss man
Feeling like a young Ricky Ross
Nothing rearranges motivation like a loss can
Now I got em saying Goddamn
I got all the keys where the motherf*cking locks at
Reminiscing Varadero tripping with my Cross fam
Next time we hit the island shit ain't about to cost them
Cause all is well that ends well
Getting faded on a flight like I'm Denzel
You won't ever see me on that XXL
But if you talking freshman I'm a young Manziel
Moms hit me saying rest up
She don't understand the vision
Tried to tell her that I'm pushing on the gas till I turn this Nissan to an all white Tesla
Or a Range or a Phantom
Never been a car guy, rather cop a mansion
Trips for the family, jet for the set
I got people back at home that I said I won't forget
On the real I could never tell a good lie
But I got the patience of a dead guy
Mob blood you know I got the direct ties
One way LA on a Redeye
Writer: Abraham Perrotta
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