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the streets
Tell a hoe I ain’t vegan
Couples shots to his top leave em all died
Ima goat MJ with a bald head
I smoke pop out leave em all red
My name my squad

I made you red I watch you turn into a pepper

And I'm so sick of this attire why my jacket always white 
writing every single night until i'm seeing

Tired of this cloud
Tying me down tying me down
Tired of this cloud
Tying me down tying me down

The red in my eyes
Yes I woke up on the wrong side

I gotta get this shit by any means
223 bullets for the enemies
Niggas talking like they really want the smoke
Chopper like a bitch yeah it's finna

niggas rats wear a disguise
Riding G5 they ain’t know we could fly
Fuck boy a bitty we taking an eye
Yeah bullseye
I see red, all around
Take his head,

diagonal my x-ray embodies  flow 
Paper cut uppercut ba-ba-ba-ba body blow 
I'm Pratt Geronimo relaxing  on island tho 
Watching my Queens  body glow
In this

the hammers on the block, but they ain't carpenters
I can't get caught lacking by a cop, fuck ah officer
Heat seeking bullets in my glock, they gon target ya

without six
Need you like a forty-five bussing off my hip
Its a metaphor
Look up and I’m ready for
Red moon in the sky
It's coming up
Right after war
We

my drank
They know my name when I walk in the bank
Pack on me I walk around wit that stank
I'm boutta blow I got shot by a tank
My heart is broken I'm

stock dat
Mi have a couple racks innah
Mi napsock a rally back
Mi nuh have a red nose
Suh clown u coulda neva call mi dat
Man pull up pan dem block Dem

When I blow up, you ain't inside my Circle 
Tryna get prescribed them euros, til I'm talking bout em in plural 
Invading like sparrows, still a tall Peak

She said she wanna make a movie
About how we’ve been getting groovy
Now I feel like I'm in Amsterdam
I see a red light
The way she do me got me

Would you rather have 'em love you or fear you
This the Shit that’ll scare you
Blue and red lights all in the rear view
Matter fact what if they

reposes
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's

school
Then I would hit my homework
14 Nokia
I learned just how a phone work
Only red head I called Chuckie
Sat in diapers with Tommy
He’d either battle

yeah
Cop it, nobody drop it, nobody mocking, cause I spit it yeah
Only gonna stop when it’s done my way, aye
See the red flags but stay dead in

in bars, hardly in penitentiary
Giving niggas life by overload via sensory
Making niggas wife the hoes and go for the Kimberly's
Yellow over the pink

fast when I drive by
They think that I ain't peeping but they giving me side eye
They don't wanna admit it but they gon see what my moves do
I knock em

the fall trees are glowing coals 
Burning red & gold 
By the light from a dying star 
As the nights unfold

And when the world starts shaking 
The earth will

purpose
Why they be purping
Kept working
When they thought
It be curtains
Not certain
My shit is gone surface
Still serving
Elbows by the curb shit
Would I

ahh)
Asking if I’m the one, shit I might be him
But I really ain’t (Nope)
Riding in the low low red candy paint (Low Low)
She love the way I drip I

the room

Eswatini’s very own but not riding alone
I got my broskies in my corner, we ready to blow
Different genres, same mantra you already know
Believe me

your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics so that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go

Listen close, I am a ghost
Blow you a kiss under my Mistle Toe
Pockets of dough, get this bread
Time to rise up like the judge walked in
Strut like