Jabbar Hakeem - R.E.D lyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd] Thinkin' 'bout it Girl you're thinkin' 'bout it What we got here How we f**in' got here They recognize They just recognize I'm in a life without a home so this recognitions not enough I don't care about nobody else Cause I've been on these streets way too long, too long, too long Baby I've been on this too long [Verse 1: Jabbar Hakeem] I've never thought that I would be grinding to be a rapper I'd never thought the people around me would be a factor sh**, before I had a job, I was cool with a trapper I was young and gettin' money, my future ain't really matter But that's when you know you living backwards The paper I was seein', it was like I never had it sh** was tragic, I was broke, I had to go for it Cause with no drive, well there ain't nothing to show for it And now... [Interlude: Jabbar Hakeem] I've been working so damn hard lately I'm just trying to tell my n***as to grind So when I come back to get y'all, like n***a, y'all already got a motive going on and sh**, like... [Verse 2: Jabbar Hakeem] And sh**, I thought that ball was life But I ain't had no discipline I did a lot of talk and I had a problem with listening I thought I knew it all, but I didn't know enough And I was feeling like, f** it sh**, I'm the best, they know what's up No, I did what I was doing en route to becoming troit And grew up in a home with a marijuana influence When you see your brother trap, then it make you wanna pursue it Cause I ain't had no paper and being broke was a nuisance So I got a pack, No I ain't no copy cat Smoking like a train because I'm not a hypochondriac Had to get that paper on the hunt, like where them dollars at Cause when them women notice that you winnin', then they holla back f** it, I was lovin' it, living life fast money coming in The second I would get it, I spend it, it ain't no budget This is how I came up, young and I couldn't help it And only worry bout myself, it ain't no question Am I selfish, but I'm... [Interlude: Jabbar Hakeem] My mission is to get out the hood, get out the house Start building our own lives and sh** Like, I just want my n***as to see that, feel me? Like yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Jabbar Hakeem] I'm hardly ever home it's no wonder my mother callin' I told her I won't answer until it's that money callin' Not no drug money, yeah, I'm talking rap money Hate me now cause when I make it, you won't get a stack from me I done figured out I got a talent for this music And all my family doubtin' me like what the hell you doing You focused on this rap, you should be focused on your schooling I'll tell 'em I'm a make it, see, this is the life that I'm choosing Ain't no Mission Impossible in rap, I'm Tom Cruisin' Except I ain't a k**er, I was never in a shootin' Nowadays, when you hot, you gotta watch who you cool with n***a's askin' to light it before they ask how I'm doin' And it's crazy what the weed do No I can't believe it But then I think "R.E.D. Remember, Everyone's Deceiving" And Mama, it's hard, no I can't see you hurt no more I'm tryna do this sh** so you ain't gotta work no more [Outro: Jabbar Hakeem] I know this sh** is gonna pop off I know I got the talent for this music People telling me you shouldn't do this, you shouldn't do that Listen man I'm living with the decisions I make until I prove everybody wrong That just how I'm a get it