lil stars (chicago) - road rage lyrics
(pre+chorus)
percocet, i’ma tip, .45 let it rip
my dreads hang like shabba ranks
no percocet, i get a stomach ache
then i start to shake, uh, get out my way
i’m in a road rage
(chorus)
.45 with a red beam
shoot a n+gga in his chest, we gon’ flee the scene
got his blood in my codeine
my watch cost the crib that you’re renting
you’re a misdemeanor, i’m a felony
says he want smoke, but he don’t want no cancer
.45 done turn him to a dancer
n+ggas hatin’ on me
like to see them k!ll me
(verse 1)
uh, got so many diamonds, i’m walking on ice
i don’t like this b+tch ‘cause she clingy like a vise
the n+gga tried to fight me, i stabbed him with a knife
done stabbed him with a knife
n+gga a rodent, pistol toting, oh
he ain’t real, not at all
try to sleep, i’ll haunt you in your dreams
slit your throat, got you choking when you sleep
i’ma start a riot
you better duck, bullets get to flying
left and right, seeing n+ggas dying
my heart gets to pounding
life is a race, you can’t always get to first place
but you always try your best to ace
but right now, i’m stuck in my ways, yeah
(pre+chorus)
percocet, i’ma tip, .45 let it rip
my dreads hang like shabba ranks
no percocet, i get a stomach ache
then i start to shake, uh, get out my way
i’m in a road rage
(chorus)
.45 with a red beam
shoot a n+gga in his chest, we gon’ flee the scene
got his blood in my codeine
my watch cost the crib that you’re renting
you’re a misdemeanor, i’m a felony
says he want smoke, but he don’t want no cancer
.45 done turn him to a dancer
n+ggas hatin’ on me
like to see them k!ll me
(verse 2)
i’m in a road rage
tired of n+ggas talking sh+t, saying the same thing
insults planted in my brain
they never went away
life goes on, insecure as sh+t now
tryna find a way to shut it all down
when i saw you in that coffin, it ain’t never been the same
death calling my name
i’m going insane
i don’t know what to think
pour me up a drank
gotta be purple or pink
as of lately, i’ve been thinking
if they don’t like my presence, they won’t miss my absence
the devil needs to call a truce
let the contract loose
but he won’t let me loose
(pre+chorus)
percocet, i’ma tip, .45 let it rip
my dreads hang like shabba ranks
no percocet, i get a stomach ache
then i start to shake, uh, get out my way
i’m in a road rage
(chorus)
.45 with a red beam
shoot a n+gga in his chest, we gon’ flee the scene
got his blood in my codeine
my watch cost the crib that you’re renting
you’re a misdemeanor, i’m a felony
says he want smoke, but he don’t want no cancer
.45 done turn him to a dancer
n+ggas hatin’ on me
like to see them k!ll me
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