Relapse lyrics

[Intro: Traffic]
I can't go back
I think the streets love me
sh*t, don't get it f*cked up
[?], aight
For real
Be careful mane, when you get money people change
[?]
I just can't relapse

[Verse 1: Traffic]
Look I can't relapse, no I can't go back
And if I do somebody's getting laid the f*ck back
Stand the f*ck up like that
Split his brain on this track
This b*tch ass n*gga 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?"
sh*t could get war, f*ck 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 sh*t, I don't need to say sh*t
'Cause I didn't even see sh*t
n*gga that's that street sh*t
Discreet sh*t
That Traffic (That's me)
Been blasting, I'm squeezing
[Chorus: Traffic]
I can't go back, no no
I can't relapse

[Verse 2: Traffic]
I can't relapse, no I can't go back
And if I do this time, somebody's getting laid flat
n*gga straight like that
Shouldn't have sprayed me from the back
n*ggas 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 n*ggas try to get me
I'ma get him, hit him, split him, twist him
Make him do the splits
Sit him down like a b*tch
Yeah got me f*cked up all in the mix
Got me feeling like I can't relapse

[Chorus: Traffic]
I can't relapse, I can't go back
The street's like crack
I can't relapse
Feel like I'm losing my mind
The streets'll hold you back
No, I just can't relapse
I just can't relapse
I can't relapse
The street's just like crack
[Verse 3: Traffic]
No matter how hard I try not to think about the set
I be like "f*ck i really miss the set"
I miss my n*ggas
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 f*ckin' 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' b*tch, petite, kinda thick, cute lil' smile I ain't seen in a while
Thought to myself, then again I have to laugh, like "f*ck it's a set up, this b*tch tryna [?] up"
It's a cold ass world I need a sweater
Nine, beretta, will leave a n*gga wet up
Make yo' b*tch pus*y wetter
I'm gettin' better
Wet the bed up and get some head up
And breakfast
And then I'm gone
I'm back to the money it's the same old song
Ain't nothin' right and ain't nothin' wrong
But when you f*ck with me
[Chorus: Traffic]
I might react
I can't relax
I can't go back
The street's like crack
I can't relapse
I can't go back
The streets'll hold you back
[?] I just can't relapse
They just like crack
I can't relapse
I just can't relapse

[Outro: Traffic]
The streets like crack
[?]
Don't relapse out here, man
They'll have your ass yellow taped and outlined in chalk
No sh*t
That's how it goes
[?]