Justin Stone - Code Red lyrics

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