Red Eye - Smoke DZA, Steven Young

Oh, na, na, yeah, yeah

Oh, no

Oh, yeah

Feels like

Yeah

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah

It’s like gettin' the keys to your first joint

Like the first joint you own and all that

Yeah

Oh, oh

First time owners

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Oh

Right

I’m from the 9, I come from savages

Fuck your logic, we deal with a different narrative

Before the steak meals, butter asparagus

Havin' respect was more imperative

Industry niggas and gangstas, you gotta narrow it

Niggas be finicky, pressure, I have 'em tattlin'

Might fuck up your pockets quicker

But right after you roll them dice, you better watch them niggas

Petty artists, they be gaffin' like they bought a half a ki' up

Niggas flip the story better than they flip the re-up

A bunch of non-competers

Easy to creep up on the Patrón margaritas

Killt ‘em calm in Adidas

Have them follow the leader

Shortie high off my style like a bong of sativa

Bigger goals, bigger house

Expect the New Editions or Ricky or Ralph

Over joyous, my smile as big as this ounce

As big as this check that hit my account, uh

If not love, really what’s this about?

Go back to the New Edition line

With my granddad sippin' the Guinness stout

I got it figured out, really this what living’s about

When you’re down and out, the world don’t feel the same, yeah

But your love is like elixir to my veins

When the fame is gone, will your true love remain?

Yeah

But it seems that you’re addicted to that game, oh, no, no

Yeah

Right

Oh, oh

Love to the beloved

Yeah, yeah

Keep your head high

Ooh, no

It’s like flyin' to Australia a few times

Back and forth

Comin' back home on a red eye

Oh, oh

Red eye

Yeah, every day

Every day

Really fuckin' cool

Yeah