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scatters
Hit em hard they're gonna need a bandage rappers
Are hustling out of the struggle money inside of the duffle count it up by the bundle and stash it

and comply without asking
Fear and doubt, clashing in my head with compassion
Spirit everlasting,
My body reacting
To contents of this beverage
Red, blonde

ain't feeling right
I'll just enjoy that
Breeze that's drifting by

Crazy how I sleep at night
With so much traffic in my mind
Think I done hit so many

No, I don’t give a about red carpets
Don’t need my name in lights just to brag “im it”
I don’t know if you’ve noticed but hurts real bad
tryna be

as a brand new adventure
Mind controlled by a mannequin
Chugging red wine from the
Skull of Mary Magdalene
I swear it was an accident, captain
Yeah! yeah!

like groceries that's left
Over, pants be too, ten deep on my shoulder
Smoking on some of that
Learnt when you're older, fool
I don't play by the rules
I

drownin'
He be chokin' on the sickly sweet baloney
Ye be feeding to the children like
You're more than just a fable
Christian pricks pitting their kids like

it took a minute can't stop
I charge lots for my books of lyrics
You're a rookie innit
In the hood pushing innit
Kitchen cooking innit
Benzene got

Yeah

I don't wanna be a ribbon in the sky
Livin' in disguise, man
I see the venom in the middle of their eyes
Better figure if you're livin' or you

alot shit but i never need a bih

Just let it breathe a bit
Forty don't need a stick
Pockets all blue like a crip
But these Red bottom drip
Think tha loco

on the faces
Of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying
"I love you"

I hear babies cryin'
And I watch them

footsteps, turned around
They’re coming fast two white t-shirts
Two big dudes with red rags
Side-stepped the first one but slipped
On some broken glass

to free the slaves
Red, white and blue is the American way
Don't tread on me unless you're
Ready for your grave
I'm a gun totin' patriot posted
By the front

good
Old fashioned grill whippin' let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit
For real

bitch, woo
Peace to the pain, I don't feel it I'm shocking
Swerving through lanes, I can't see I've been spotted
Red blue lights, aw here come the coppers

vision
I can't make decisions
Man, I swear there's something missing

I'm a Ferrari
And I'm seeing on the highway
I've got red and blues behind
Because I'm

The username was 304, sixteens, and weirdo
Shit looked worse than Red Eye when
He got socked by Debo
Auntie sheriff sat me down and
Gave me the cheat codes i was

don't wanna turn up, I want derealization
I saw the sky turning red in the night
I hear banshees, they're weeping
And grieving and crying
I watched

minutes passed, met up at a red light
Called him on his celly
Said "Let's hit the deli and grab a bite"
So now it's me
Lenbo and Castro inside of my car

the night

All the stars filling up my throat
You gave 'em to me when I was born
Now they're coming out
Laying there on the hospital bed
There's an arrow,

Now you playin' red-rover on the defense
And I'm on the other sidе wearin' body armor
And it's made of spikes
Is your lifе worth your fightin' honor?

not a matador hungry like
Jamba juices infested by carnivors
Lord, your slicktalk will have you
Knockin' on heavens gate
We see through your front like

the nice guy
Who would check to make sure you're alright
Call your phone in the middle of the night
And I know this will make me fall behind
But it's just

also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands
Sayin' How do you do?
They're really saying I love you
I hear babies cryin', I watch