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on the red or blue team
Either way you're just glued to the hue of blue screens
True evil, it's just really routine
I mean true evil, it's just really routine

In seven-six we be pressing shit
All my niggas is pressure-fit
Duckin' long arm of the law
That's why we call it the catcher's mitt
Scouted by

beam
Hopping up out the water
I go live life
Mix master write
Fuck what your label got to offer
Monkey see monkey do ass niggas
Success measured by your

even want the nigga
You want war bout him
I was gon let em off the leash
But now I'm
BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
BIG VET
Was on my red
Her dawg licking in

crip game but the reds got him
I ain't got time for no bull
You think I ain't got no pull
I just hit my Arabic, and he go by Abdul, nigga
Aye, Aye, Aye

of plight
Upon my desolation comes my rebirth"

The passage came to a temporary end
A fierce atmosphere bestowed unfamiliar reception
Increasing air pressure

you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, rock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it

market so don't try to bargain
Drippin', Im frozen I feel like the arctic
Surrounded by green like I chill in the garden
My red and white stripes on my

that's really worth the distance
Perfect little mix of beauty and brains
Came so close to throwing back a bouquet
We were unwise to think that things would

2019 I decide to make music
I didn't have the balls to record but I grew it
Told both my siblings and mama
That we finna get to the top by the work

slap me 'round, tracking on my phone for hours
Tapping for a source to power, squeezing lemons that was sour
Mix my potion get devoured, hit the bank

starstruck
My jeans cry mix it with the Prada I'm inflicting nausea
Heartburn indigestion
You are what you're surrounded by that was my favorite lesson
If you

distance
In that old skool strapped up riding with extension 
Listening to all eyez on me tryna release tension 
Ready to click on one of these fuck niggas

fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take

on the recluse
Thirsty for that red soup in my web of a brown recluse
I'm working to perfect sound, present my best tune
If death comes soon, I'll be ready, moving

pharaoh in the back of the Camaro
(Skrr)
Dopamine release, copin' with the freezer
With the coats made of geese
Can you feel my energy
It's floatin' in

it Dwayne
I take this mechanical pencil and fill it up with lead
Cause if I don't have this release everybody gone be dead
Doing it word of mouth till

Back to the Grill

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV
And if there ain't no papes there's no show
I'll just chill and return to kick em in the grill

[Chorus]

[Red

You would think by the time I'm done my minds off shit but
Nawwww

I set the pen to the pad
But I ain't no GPS
Thats how I release my stress
While you

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

the positive message on this tracks is exact the way we feel it
in the nineteen 90's chillin' with red in the mix your find me - rewind me
and turn back my mind

cream, jacked off something serious
On the Eleventh, told her things to do to my cock
Said call her on the Twelfth 'cause she got the red spot
Shh

[Tek]

coming or I'm going?
Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix

bitch not the Cul de sac
Johnny two by four wit the plank
Off my rocker and the drank
Iron Giant Justin tucked just in case
Eyes red like I was maced
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