Red Eye - Styles P, Scram Jones, Jadakiss

I go with it, I’m so with it

First class flight overseas, I’m low with it

Stretching out the chair, we ain’t low in it

Thinking of a house in Cali, can I grow in it?

Throw a booth in the place imagine how I flow in it

Outer-space bars, OZ’s to the face y’all

Ball, bottle, hot tub, in case y’all

Plush life, laugh a lot, smile a lot

Light it up, bottle pop

Blowing kush from San Diego to Ottawa

A long way from the days I used to bottle up

(A long way)

Keeping all of my feelings bottled up

Keeping all of the guns hollowed up

Now we getting rich, getting twisted like Oliver

Money pile it up, yeah

The first go around then again when we follow up

Money, Power, Kush, Sour, Haze, Aries, Pills, Powder

Pull it out, cock back, ligga lead fly

Then a nigga gone on that rigga red eye

Living and driving in big shit

If I die tonight, fuck it, my kids rich

SIG shit, get your wig split

None personal, real nig shit

I’m on fire, you just smoking

Playing tennis with my connect, US Open

Blocks my office, no days off it

Loudest persons usually the softest

Coke is gorgeous, ice is flawless

It’s repercussions that comes with all this

Gun off safety till they come and replace me

You know what they say, death comes in traces

More fun than a festival, Audemars and Oyster Perpetuals

Goon niggas that turn niggas to vegetables

Long as it’s coke, being broke is unacceptable

Word to the zero that goes after the decimal

May I double the way I bubble

When ball is the shit that brought AI trouble

If rap had a Dave Stern, believe I’m him

Think not bet the money in your Levi’s dead

Digital, analog, always had catalog

The bull for the matador, cause if I see red like the bulls do

Somebody is getting shot and won’t pull through

Got more animals than a zoo do

Yeah, it’s Ghost and Scram

Motherfuckers should scream, or get killed with they man