Traffic Lyrics

H-town, Houston my home

Yea, gotta feel it, gotta

Yea, Candle

I’m from the city of the purple drank, where nobody believed in

All I had was a dollar, but they told me to keep dreaming

They sell dope like Fat Joe got everybody Leaning

Mo City Don freestyle had everybody screaming

Drive by in a Toyota, niggas hit you with the Rocket

Pull up at prospect niggas tryna pick pocket

Niggas run up on you just to take ya chain or ya locket

Leave you dead in the street uh just to make some profit

Couple niggas ran up on P at gun point in the corner

Thank God I saw him at the hospital and not the coroner

Sometimes I feel like, I’m on my last lifeline

I seen way too many funerals for my lifetime

Playing with the fire I put my life in jeopardy

But what do you expect from me when niggas keep testing me

I gotta keep the tech on me the only thing protecting me

Pussy boy could get smoked, no internet threatening

Run up niggas in traffic uh

Shoot you I don’t know what happened uh

Fake niggas really be actin uh

Real niggas put you in casket uh

RIP to all my soldiers looking down from heaven

Give me something to believe in when I start the second guessing

I find myself through the music, I feel the essence

I know I’m something special it’s my energy and presence

They told me take my time it’s a gift like the present

Take my time it’s a gift like the present

Why, why y’all keep testing my patience

I am not the type to sit around and keep waiting

Demand my respect niggas must got me mistaken

Put you in the dirt if a nigga keep playing

Know this shit hurt make you feel what I’m sayin

Open up the gate jump inside and escape in

Just wanna get away from this place lemme escape then

Feel like nobody safe, amen

Amen

Feel like nobody round here is safe, amen

Amen

Ain’t nobody safe, amen