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on the Mets bring em' out one-by-one
Simple ass nigga cant cook
And the bars are over done
Aye, aye
Global warming, global warming
The hoes are swarming
Didn't
the pillows, in the bed that we once shared
But the red line is already drawn
I'm all alone
Like falling asleep, my cheek pressed against the window, cozy
impaired
We split up in pairs, me and Bri always share
Forrest Green buds, fire red hairs
The vapor in this bag is very potent beware
My weed is a recluse
the fame
This shit just fallin' in the place, I already got a lane
I'm gettin' money by myself, I just need the bank
They know the lyrics to my songs before
on yours
I see red
Didn't guess redrum
Spells murder backwards
Yea tact words
Yea Jack hurts
Yea Shelly Duvall driving a tractor
Over that bastard
Inflicting
When I stand up by myself, I already know I keep it real
And damn, my pockets fatter than a nigga that's coming for a dinner deal
And all my opps, they
Sippin Teenies by the ocean
Ride that dick, he like that motion
Betta give me all his tokens
Neck and wrist he keep em frozen
Diamonds, drip
Money,
by my inflamed and simultaneously ghastly face
My eyelids hang heavy, my eyes lack lustre
Love is just a form, but my own form is already
you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas
Like somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)
Re-up on the bag (re-up)
Then I walk
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
bu cadre wala they just wanna define us by colour
They wanna cast asunder
Pick a side you Bemba or a Tonga
But both red and green are colours
lost in a crowd, inside my
Flames necro plasm to the brain, now you gotta get the body out the aisle
I don't need an entourage already followed by
in She already dead, I can tell by her lips
Got some space down in my basement Ironic, cause you wear a lot of red
She really pretty, yeah, yeah, it's
and you already know.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm still on that five-9,
But might see me on that five-8 comin' down,
All over the town I like to get around,
and its already over
She grab on my stick like its gogurt
I Pass to my homie he got Em a blower
I Chill and hit pause and I pass the controller
He told me I
Ain't no hollerin' "Red Rock"
You done already used up your wish, bitch
All you get is headshots
So when the MAC sound
Niggas better duck down
I'm from
a bird's mouth
It's only one and I'm already on the 3rd house
Baby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot
'Cause if they pull me over
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
subjects
Put no nigga over your seat, get your figures up by all means
He been gone a lot but know the times is hard
But know the club is not no release
just me her and joe
Joe is her boyfriend that wishes mom was a different race
Cuz with his fist he put red all over her face
Beat the breaks off her
I
the hating'll be by you
And I appreciate the love, thank the man above cause a nigga feel so blessed
And I ain't gonna stop, better get them red bulls, I
Red light just a mile from home left my comb by the sink and my tape in the drawer
Same place that I'm usually froze talking over the over the over
I would call it a clip but my shit is longer matte black slide in a rover
We was smoking that gas but that shit is over getting older and I'm sober
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