Текст Justin Stone – Code Red

Five year plan, see this dream come to life
If you’re looking for me, I’ll be in the light
I’ve been grinding on the low, out of sight
‘Cause they don’t see the hours that I put in every night
Like Kobe’s last game, I’ve been selling them out
No local mixtapes, but I’m handing them out
Asking for a feature, that’s a price that you will have to pay
If you handed me a million I would still be underpaid
They say I’m overlooked, crazy how it’s changing now
Girls that shot me down tell me I’m amazing now
Looking at them like, «I won’t let you play me now»
Didn’t want me back when I was fourteen rocking hand me downs
No, I would never forget
All the times eating lunch with no place I could sit
All those nights I would dream to be someone that they knew
Check my ego, but that dream is coming true, look
While the world was hating, I was writing about the ones that made my life hell
Same ones nowadays say I write well
I think you’re stupid if you tell me that I might fail
‘Cause you have no idea how this hype feel
Told ’em someone catch me, think I’m coming down
If you ain’t have my back then, you don’t have it now
I ain’t sleeping like I used to, used to think I knew you
Said I’d never blow, read your comment then I blew, blew
Ya

We all go through the phases but we back, but we back, yeah

We all go through the phases, but we back, but we back
They ain’t talking how they feel, nah
They ain’t talking how they feel, nah
They just sound the same, they just sound the same
Call it code red when I blow up on these lames

Nowadays everyone’s concerned with getting by
I wrote music; everyone was getting high
They told me that I can’t, I said, «Sit back, watch it happen»
Came a long way from the little freshman rapping
Now they love me, I see it, the dream of my life coming true
I’ve been grinding for years, still the same, nothing new
No deals on the table, but the fans coming through
Sorry, Mom, I’m chasing music, no degrees in my view
I’m a figure for the kids with a dream
Like, if he can do it, I can do it, I believe
Look, I chase my passion, now it’s up to God how far that I go
If I don’t make it, it’s alright, at least I’m keeping my soul
Yah

We all go through the phases, but we back, but we back, yeah
We all go through the phases, but we back, but we back
They ain’t talking how they feel, nah
They ain’t talking how they feel, nah
They just sound the same, they just sound the same
Call it code red when I blow up on these lames