Lyrics:
blindfold, bitch I can do this
I'm the realest on the mic so, now I 'gotta prove it
You, hate me but you hate yourself
And it's crazy 'cause I'm the one who
to go (nowhere to go)
Now throw your hands up
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still
and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
His whole life with green lights?
He started his life with a red light
He started those moments with a red light
I've gone through red lights
You've
(block)
Seventeen, hot, tryna plot on the guap (hey)
Fuck that bitch, I had to go and get a knot (knot)
I was on the block, ain't knowin' 'bout a yacht
anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
packed it's a mad house
Catch you slippin' by yourself and get you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' lurk
See that red and blue I'm
see
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane
Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by
the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was
Dank or robbin banks
Snitches can`t go to the pen 'cause they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a bad shout
Deafened by the turning of the screw
Tell me honey does it feel right
Running red lights
Now I
E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro?
Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
(Let's go, Kurupt)
May I laugh ? to yourself, shells
Before honor and war
did it to himself, I really don't understand that nigga
What the fuck would make him go and say he a fan of Hitler? (Huh?)
He confused, Kanye wanna be
no
I don't got no
I don't got no time for no drama get the fuck up off my dick
You should smoke some marijuana chill out light yourself a spliff
at the gym
And swears every gay guy he meets is totally trying to fuck him
Well, you've gotta acknowledge
That's a red, red flag
That's a sign
suicide by proxy
Dying sun shockwaves run
Killing those who once we nurtured
Free Yourself
Free yourself from me
Free yourself from me
I'm empty
Fuck
I
of this old flamboyant shit, check game
It's another one of them droughts, my sohob, and this shit costs us like fuck
Niggas takin' losses that they
pick up my phone
(Watch me move)
Said I’m in a trance the music deep in my soul
Red and blue, white
The union has the drive
To fuck up the music
One Zoe
(cornbread)
The Wraith red, Ben Frank, my friends dead (yeah)
I don't wanna miss it, all of the money, I don't wanna kiss you
The pussy official, I fuck her
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