Relapse - Knxwledge, Traffic

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