Lyrics:
the motherfuckin chrome be
And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand
Saw some open land so I ranned
But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots
to you PC niggas,
It's showtime, check yo TV nigga
I'm 1080p HD, seeing everything clear through my red eyes
Runnin these streets past me, will get it
cheer when they choose me
Speed up on the beat, I'm on a Quick Attack
You can try and land a hit but imma slip right past
And if you don't think you're
everybody
And like, I don't know the internet at this point?
The internet is for everybody
Umm... but yeah like, no definitely not
Like what's works me is
Americans
We all know the hour's late, this ain't no time to hesitate
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
Of thee, I sing
Land where my fathers
Red light, red dot
Throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back
Gimme head no hands
And i’m way up, Too high
Shawty don’t land
She thought it was a gun
It
back flip
Done broke out the cage I was trapped in
Now I'm puffing cloud by the ounce
They call me the Kush captain
This is a no man's land and there's
And you'd never do this in your ends
Seek revenge?
Perhaps it depends
No, it doesn't (Deffo doesn't)
End of discussion
Cos you'd probably move to your cousin
By faith and awe, they fell in love woah
As their land was somewhat special
They walked the ledge again
By faith and awe, they fell in love woah
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
like a paper tugboat
Well beneath your holiday
Beached on a red tide infested shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty
I'm a jigsaw slab, but all
Ninja. Bamboo
Equip that mask, black boots, strapped up
To collect my past dues
Got a red light but I ran through
Like Dexter, need the blood too
Like
can tell who it is by the timing
Swear these caramel in tone and curvy women are so tiring
Aliens probably ride past Earth and lock their doors
the flowery sun is a child of Ukraine
This man, he tried to save his land, from gory violation
Russian goons by slaughter and rape lay waste a kindred nation
feel like I'm cut in two
Confused by rules
Do these two cultures clash or am I living in the past?
I ask, please, tell me fast
Won't somebody
challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin' rules
Let my niggas live, ayo let my
book different chapter
I rather change the page then replay the past
Look at my past no cash so I was passed up
That didn't last cuz class done got 'em
Sippin on act no tussin
We don't do none of that fussin
We ain't playin no games no Russian
So I pull up in that foreign
Everything is boring
Never living
to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms
Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Trapped by the trap house
Yeah
Yeah
Niggas gettin' trapped by the trap house
Hella cops ran in his shit and did a sweep
Fentanyl
We gon' start to see shifts in our lands
And ain't no way to prevent those but with one in the paradigm
Start taxation on tax havens is paramount
Wanna
Bring doom to all this land
Suffocation given
By the hate of mankind
I long to see
Your destiny
Painted red
The people screamed
Kill them all and burn
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin'
dog chokes down more than he can chew
A poor land's labours are a rich land's gain
Little Oliver lives again
The red scare has come and gone,
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