Traffic Written, Produced, and Directed By Nyku
WWW.NYKUMUSIC.COM
Beat By Geoh of Chef Music
Filmed and Directed By Asher Underwood
CHORUS: Cruising through traffic with these rhythms
haters honking horns while me and my niggas just jamming out
I said play that back cause I'm feeling this track yo x2
VERSE 1: Take a second to look around and
get to know the view cause any second you can disappear nobody remembers you
you just another hood nigga with hood dreams that ended up dying at 17
thats why you got to explore and live yo life and
live yo life cause most nigga"s waist it on 1 night
the gun strapped held up high 1 shot 2 shots 3 shot, where you from
whats up nigga i heard you pulled that trigger now you incarcerated being cell educated
I bet you wish you could of took it back
cause your mind was blinded conscious told you it was right
nigga you foolish this ain't a game this real life where niggas fighting for there lives
foolish niggas with the tools you better think twice
think right get you mind white get your mind right and manage to survive in this cold world
cause the world is cold even on a sunny day and we all praise a god
and call him savor well how is he savor
if you momma got a tombstone and babies getting buried for no reason
i know this life's hard and it keeps getting harder
but don't complain about it make it easier stay positive cause
positive stays negativity is how you keep falling stop drop and roll yo
CHORUS: Cruising through traffic with these rhythms
haters honking horns while me and my niggas just jamming out
I said play that back cause I'm feeling this track yo x2
VERSE 2: Low artillery energy moving through the body
got em shaking like its Parkinson's flow arsonist
spit fire born killer realer then the realist realist aint ready for me
I'm about to shoot stay steady for me kill this shit
and leave the crowd gory
they still love me my music from the core
hot as magma lyrical wisdom leave you with asthma
i write rhythms with closed eyes rhythms in a dark vibe
cloudy with a chance of niggas doing crimes he died cause of that 9
he popped 9 born in 99 late 90s baby so i felt like an old timer
time is getting old listen to this story as it unfolds music was a belief something
i will achieve successful before I'm deceased dropping nukes with bars while you sitting behind bars
begging for oxygen but I'm spitting out carbon dioxide
lyrics kill like carbon monoxide look into the mirror you looking in the mirror and you lost can't seem to find yo place
i was never the type to bang for the money never picked a colored rag
but ill fight for my niggas
I I I have a dream to die with success
lost in this para rolling for the dice i need my paradise
CHORUS: Cruising through traffic with these rhythms
haters honking horns while me and my niggas just jamming out
I said play that back cause I'm feeling this track yo x2
