Relapse

I can’t go back
I think the streets love me
Shit, don’t get it fucked up
, aight
For real
Be careful mane, cuz when you get money people change
I just can’t relapse
Look I can’t relapse, no I can’t go back
And if I do somebody’s getting laid the fuck back
Stand the fuck up like that
Split his brain on this track
This bitch ass nigga tried to shoot me in my head
And the cold thing is they tried to shoot me from the back, damn
I thought to myself «It's like that?»
Shit could get war, fuck that I’ma get him back
But I’ma run up in his face then look him in his face (his eyes)
Then shoot him in his face (yo face)
Closed casket, cold case, cold
That first 48 shit, I don’t need to say shit
Cause I didn’t even see shit
Nigga that’s that street shit
Discreet shit
That Traffic (That's me)
Been blasting, I’m squeezing
I can’t go back, no no
I can’t relapse
I can’t relapse, no I can’t go back
And if I do this time, somebody’s getting laid flat
Niggas think like that
Shouldn’t have sprayed me from the back
Niggas tried to get me down
My tank is on empty (It's on empty)
I keep about 50
Two extra clips, got some extra bullets with me
Just in case these niggas try to get me
I’ma get him, hit him, split him, twist him
Make him do the splits
Sit him down like a bitch
Yeah got me fucked up all in the mix
Got me feeling like I can’t relapse
I can’t relapse, I can’t go back
The streets like that
I can’t relapse
Feel like I’m losing my mind
To hold you back
No, I just can’t relapse
I can’t relapse
I can’t relapse
The streets like that
No matter how hard I try not to think about the set
I be like «fuck i really miss the set»
I miss my niggas
I miss sittin' drinkin' beer
Chillin', laughin', playin' with the lil' kids on the block
Askin' me for a dolla
Like «Traffic there go the ice cream truck can I have a dolla?»
Lil' momma, she walk right by, I just had to fuckin' holla
Like «aye, was hatnin, I’m Traffic»
She just smiled then started laughing
I look over sure I saw that court and went passed it
Damn, she almost had me
Nice lil' bitch, petite, kinda thick, cute lil' smile I ain’t seen in a while
Thought to myself, then again I have to laugh, like «fuck it’s a set up,
this bitch tryna up»
It’s a cold ass world I need a sweater
Nine, beretta, will leave a nigga wet up
Leave yo' bitch pussy wetter
I’m gettin' better
Wet the bed up and get some head up
And then breakfast
And then I’m gone
I’m back to the money it’s the same old song
Ain’t nun right and ain’t nun wrong
But when you fuck with me
I might react
I can’t relax
I can’t go back
The streets like crack
I can’t
I can’t go back
hold you back
I just can’t relapse
Just like
I can’t relapse
I just can’t relapse
The streets like crack