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can be a loud brat
You gon' see the red dot like ya hittin up Willy on Slack
Grilling on tap
Killing and I'm here to outrap everybody, bring it to me

bottles
Coddled by thoughts I'm just gonna swallow
Float like Apollo, Deep Red like giallo
At the end of the day I'm just feeling hollow
Usually I'm not

running from the Pigs
And I'm sober
Ay don't dip, Ima send this bitch up to the sky
Like a floater
And robin always stay with batman, Guess that mean that

Now I'm riding solo
My cup by my side

He claim different gangs
Next it's homicide

Gotta wash all my problems
Away with the tide

To gain yo trust back

of slavery
Forward and go
Redeem my soul from da foreign hold
Redeem my soul from da foreign gold
My goal set to attain
Vision passed by ancestors to the torch

you got to do more than stay the night good vibes hard to come by if i'm slipping let me fall on a blessing twice grown enough to understand real enough

wilding from last nights riots
Electrolytes, I'm out the door by nine, with a tire iron
Flying skyward
Senses Heightened
Psychiatrist advice avoid violence

chips five stars where I'm shopping
They on my dick, omg I know they plotting
I think they mad cos I'm the real red robin
Its my turn we bumping heads got

before that
Leaving me behind to regress
Unemployed, unmotivated, unforgiving under duress
Each day without form
A Robin consumed by the storm
Left

mean to break your heart
All that we went through I still stayed
Stuck on what was you, you're not the same
Takin it all, day by day
You switched it up,

the head at the metro store
I then seen his robin on the stand he still went fed
Ain't nobody at my table can't say they ain't get fed
Old hoes see me

I fell into a rage
At the light beam's dance of dust
I built myself a robin
But its red breast turned to rust
What's the sense in wondering
When

you money, got a TEC with a 50
Now we ridin' through the opp shit (opp shit)
Red beams, Glock shit, hollows tryna drop shit
The police can't stop

options, ayy
You a relapse, I'm outta options
Pull or pour a lil' voice, stash pockets
Ayy
By the way she wavin', I know she plottin'
Ayy catwoman love me,

want it like big booty bitches to increase my market ma,maybe i don't want to admit that i want it on top getting topped off by internet starlets harem

smoking dank
To get you off my mind
Cause I've been catching feels
Uhh
What you want
I get you them heels
With the red bottoms
Yeah I treat you better than

a place I don't belong
The struggle in these halls the reason I'm so strong
The bars is broken by the lyrics in my songs
I write my wrongs
And manifest my

only brings losses my son is my Robin and when he was born I had made him a promise

That I will do what I gotta do to provide
So I do what I do

reds
I wore high heeled blues
I'm so confused by the things you say
I wanted you to stay
Springtime comes and the robins fly
Don't know how to live

since I been seeking forgiveness to avoid being cursed
God, I know I tried to reverse Robin Hood a major purse
And that's fucked up, but
People done a lot

Left the club wit da bitch 
Got the bed rockn 
Pussy milky
I ain’t talkn bout no egg noggin
Driving home with da bitch
I ordered Red Robin
And her

false,
And I won’t trip
Calm collected I won't slip,
Felt the stabbing on my back,
Cause I kept him by my hip,
He my son that’s what I’m supposed to do I

enforcing
Innocent citizens to do the literal opposite
Situation turn to Poo like Christopher Robin is
People always robbing us of our peace nonsense
Bishops

just cryin
I done learned from the past, I done learned all before
I been ragin' so deep, I turned red into wine I done put all the spite up inside