Lyrics:
red lights ain't no stopping
Seem like every month a rapper getting murked
They saying Black Lives Mattered our people in the dirt
Niggas tripping yea
on 'em (yeah)
I gotta keep my double cup so I won't go to hell alone (won't go to hell alone)
This is not no fire drill, nigga, I got fire on me (nigga,
doings
I struggle all the time but time is what makes moments
You stretch your arms out to this earth to get pulled down in it
Proceed with caution with my
of 1,071
In individual digits or
In doubles or some
Completely different number
And then ya divide it by 3
If you find there is no remainder
You're onto
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
saying
I shouldn't drink, but fuck that
I only live once and that's it
I see my spirits vision
When I'm busy sippin liquor
Graduate to Louie V
From
hoes hypnotized ya
This shit is fire, but hell's hotter
Inspired by niggas that went from
Shell toes to red bottoms
Good Kids rubbing elbows with
Drug
face is getting popular
Ha, what?
Someone chat shitina
No disrespect an your dress is my tickina
Raise up the deadina
Worship the devil
Red is my best
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
to Cannibal Cove
Bitch, I run this motherfucker from
The land to the coast
Sea kings only living where
My shadow is thrown
I'm an honest guy, but I lie
Thursday
Please address me as highness
Murder tracks this is violence
Clean linens, fresh tags
Please refer to my stylist
Bling blang what the wrist do
I ate
'Cause she was gone . . .
"Where's those titties I like so well, 'n my goddamn beer!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like
the following cammand
Poke eighthundredandfiftyeight
One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator
touch one of the red function keys
Select
I'ma drop the song that I made October 31st, 2019
Time Manipulation, this is Chronokinesis
Now they say I'm too far ahead of my time
But time is
gets super pissed when I use the kitchen and don't do my dishes
This is music for any human who is or isn't superstitious
Whats a brush for whats a brush
coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't
Blooming like a flower
Empty feelings taken over
By a sense of self importance
Never thought that I'd be worth it
Three digits in the cockpit with
old CEO
I got fans that's dyin to see me flow
my favorite movie is CB-4
H$E Click you know we throwed
I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale
I'm a ghetto
since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street
shit worse
There's three types of niggas in this world, ya know?
So you either gon' make shit happen, watch shit happen
Or not know what happened
Lin, he was away
She spied a lovely red, red rose
She picked one, two, and three
A rose is ever more than that
A truth it stands to be
He caught her by
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