Dashboard Danny - RED LIGHTER (feat. PRINCE CHANO) Lyrics

I be sparking joints up with the red lighter
Yeah
Sparking up a joint with a red lighter
I be sending files at the red light
I be working till I get the red eyes
I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired
Grind it out I don't need no amscot
You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie
All these haters now I need a mascot
Ima write my name in the damn sky
Dashboard working like a task force
Head full of steam like a mad horse
In my studio I paid for cash for
Buy myself anything that I ask for
Stuck down with the hustle like an addict
My work ethic made em a fanatic
Manifesting what I dreamed and imagined
I dont see the need for a mattress
Bruh I don't get no sleep cause the only way is up
I love tuning into beats and putting henny in my cup
Bags under my eyes and you could see they bloodied up
That's why I be saying f*ck you when they start to judge
We gon keep on doing us and Ima keep on going dumb
That aint nothing but opinions and that shit ain't stopping none
But Like a busy bee I be working through a buzz
Money Trees shirt and joggers with the all white air force ones
Sparkin up a joint with a red lighter
I be sending files at the red light
I be working till I get the red eyes
I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired
Grind it out I don't need no AMSCOT
You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie
All these haters now I need a mascot
Ima write my name in the damn sky
Artistry
Might as well for as long as I been gone
Autograph my name across Chicago skyline when I'm home to show who's back
Came pitching pack by the field and track
A hunnid yards for this Michael Vick, that's 7, quarterback mhmm
Now what's your lifestyle in this bitch
Was you juugin in the winter till it was lights out in this bitch mhmm
You want your lifestyle to be rich
Then you probably gon have to cancel all your nights out in this bitch
This for my niggas that was steady whippin water, dirty dishes
In the kitchen till they caught a sentence
Till they reminiscing on the gang
Who don't think its changed
But hope it stays the same
Writing letters but nobody feel his pain
Will that leave they brain
Dark tinted, just the like the windows on our whips
We be pushing 114 up on the dash
Now that's some zips up on the scale
Light another L for those that, setting sail on the cross
Was on they way to heaven stairwells
And we'll be...
Sparkin up a joint with a red lighter
I be sending files at the red light
I be working till I get the red eyes
I can't ever quit when I'm dead tired
Grind it out I don't need no amscot
You saying I ain't hot that's a damn lie
All these haters now I need a mascot
Ima write my name in the damn sky