Lyrics:
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
the weekend, I’m gonna smoke some high grade
I walk on a red carpet, stained by the blood
of an angel with blue eyes!
Who the fuck can you blame? By
man Rich Whites, we in Vegas tonight
Claudine on the celly, make sure that money is right
Red carpet and tuxes, always where the bucks is
Paparazzi
they havin' a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all
on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens
I been rocking them Jordans
I said now, Ag compound
Gimme money, I'll throw it
My hair luxurious, yo' show ain't growing
I
like I’m starving
Bucks like Giannis
Talking bout the score
But we up by a margin
Ever since I started rapping
I’m a target
Goat in this shit
So lay out
temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red
punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
Reminiscin', wishin' my lil' brother wasn't incarcerated
Ya birthday Sunday, we just always end up locked up, ain't it?
With me on MTV on the red carpet, two
the carpet
A healthy pretty baby found
Cryin' in the garbage
Walk your dog, she pees on the sidewalk
No movies no clubs
'cause you're bound to get caught
In
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
And when it turn rival
You go against the Bucks like
Phoenix in the finals
Don't lose your congregation by
Preaching to the Bible i'm in the zone
My friends
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp
Jesse Owens
Matter fact, pass you up like Tyreek Hill
Doing it all by God's Will
Niggas be playing and toying, but I got the steel
They don't want beef
the whole red carpet
And all the other stuff
All the stars
There to compliment me
And so many fans
That I see in the sea
Everything about
Me and what I do
even know what red carpet is
Get off my dick lil' bitch
And go fuck lil' pit (yeah, lil' pit)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin' on more than
of starlets
In their red carpet dress
While all the moguls gather round
To court me for their deals
I'll be laughing into my napkin
While eating their fine 4
friends combined
A red carpet full of unachievable wealth
People buy this vulgarity and call it strength
It's falling apart, the illusion is over
Hysteria
on red carpets
And falling into love
Don't have to fake it anymore
This is the last year I'm almost famous
My mom said I shouldn't swear on this album
mind
Writing with these lyrics that I find
Coming with these words that link rhymes
I think not when it comes to this
End of the album, finish this
I
in for me
Tell them roll out the red carpet
I ain't showing up for free
If they sleep let them sleep
More money for me
Life's is too short
Here's one
for a shack from headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road
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