Lyrics:
yeah, uh
(me and my conglomerate shall remain AnonXmous) uh, shit
Red light, green light
Headlights, speed by
Made by design, child
colours there you see
All colours that were ever seen
And mossy network too is there
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been
And cups,
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
the country (flyin' out the coo')
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money (go get some, ooh)
When in Jamaica, I was sippin' on red
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
God I finally made it
My beat is Uptown, no, I won't trade it
Makin big bucks and none's drug-related
My DJ's Ready Red, and he could never be imitated
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
Same scarf lucky shirt pie and a pint hope's in the air
Turnstyle click familiar seat hallowed turf's a sight to see
He's gone three at the back
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
racks, that's what we do
3-9-1-0, we ain't playing by the rules
We came from the bottom, had to grind to the top
We made our own way, bitch we never stop
corsets
You can reclaim your portrait
Use your own colours to paint it
If someone tries to show the way
It's probably not it
You've tried to fit in
When
by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monstrous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch
Come on come on [Repeat x3
in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
These kids'll
the devil's watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losing all my deepest friends
the devil's watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losing all my deepest friends
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
at me
I got the blunt in my mouth
Usually I'm drug-free, but shit I'm with the homies
Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red
Come through and bust
everyday ruby, Tuesday
I was 14 when I first knew I was black
Not by pigmentation but hatred
And fear attacks
Never learned to love what your
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ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
in a courtyard completely alone
Surrounded by tall trees that creak and groan
And point out a pathway dim-lit by the glow
From a small old church
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
mkanhm is not here
Being u is what i fear .. man3tbrk ent peer
Leave my atmosphere or eshrb some red bull wo 6eer
Ya .. just by listening few seconds in i
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
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