Heavy Traffic lyrics

by

Rome Streetz



[Intro: Sample]
It's gonna work
Wish I was as sure
We've covered every angle; nothing can go wrong
Everything can go wrong
Just the cops, waiting for you to make a mistake

[Verse 1]
Prada'd down, I'm looking prestigious
Finessin', used to hit the register with pressed pieces
I put the powder in the pod, I never went collegiate
Keep the pistol on me, they envious when you eatin' (f*ck 'em)
You odd n*ggas will never be even (Never)
You'll forever lose, you're destitute, a bum can never be king
Now my name buzzin', b*tches on my di*k like I'm The Weeknd (Ha Ha)
I wrap with crooks, wise n*ggas with greasy looks
Bad hoes thumbin' through dough, gun in they pocketbook
Sun shinin', don't f*ck up your eyes tryna watch and look at lord
You a pawn on the board, get shot by a rook' (Bow)
I slide off wit' ya queen, king, you a easy jux
A wild teen, mom said "Chill and read a book or the judge'll throw you one"
Been a smokin' gun
Always had the glow, the blind know I'm the chosen one
Take this sh*t in vein, this the opium
A lot of n*ggas in the game, I bulldozed over them
[Chorus]
Makin' my way in this sh*t (Uh-huh)
Long way from when I was weighin' and sh*t
Heavy traffic and was always on my way to a lick
Plots to make the paper get thick from takin' calculated risks
Makin' my way in this sh*t
Long way from when I was weighin' and sh*t
Heavy traffic and was always on my way to a lick
Plots to make the paper get thick from takin' calculated risks (Uh)

[Verse 2]
It was mugshots, now my face on a portrait
It's the lord in thousand dollar Air Forces (Uh-huh)
Purple label sh*t no horses, still close to coke sources
The pretty hoes chose when they saw this (Yeah)
But that's the norm when the sh*t you on enormous
And real form was trappin' through dorms, gettin' my portions (Money)
Couple of my n*ggas gone, we couldn't push Porsches (RIP)
On the highway, word to Chak, I did it my way
I'm up, can't hear nothin' that the bums on the side say (f*ck outta here)
Opinions they shuckin', jive bitin', try to ride wave
But them n*ggas dusty, they don't do sh*t in a fly way
I'm inspirational, sensational
Was on the cash chase, doin' crimes for cake then I made it through (Uh-huh)
f*ck who the best in the squad, really I spray the crew (Grrt)
You know the drill, the list of names is a plate of food (You n*ggas bums)
I play the game like I made the rules
Shake you out your shoes, hang my sh*t in the Louvre
All praises due (Uh-huh)
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