Code Red - Justin Stone

See, I said it all would happen

Visionary—she attracted to my passion

Look no further, I got everything they lacking

Girl, let’s hit the roads, tell our exes «Get a packing»

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