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You know that I handle business
I came from rags to riches
Now I be granting wishes
Damn delicious
You know these are facts
It ain't fictitious
Yeah

Said what I said
We fuck in the bed

But shorty a fed
She wanted my head

Now brodie see red
She did all the talking
But wanted my bread

Shorty from

a lil pudge
Been feeling like Lil Uzi, I swear all my friends are dead
Designer head to toe, the bottom of these shoes is red
We fucking in the car, don't

and alone
When I find you again we'll both stand
I'll hold you fiercely by both hands
I'll hate what the years have done to you
My wasted years are all too

I'm gonna say to you
If you ever try to fuck me over
Maybe now's your time
To keep to fucking me under
The sheets
Of your queen bed
In your deranged,

He pulled that straight-back wicker chair
Up next to grandpa's bed
And with a voice left weak by pain
His grandpa softly said

“Could you get my

on the bed
Crying all night why my eyes so red
And I'm pulling my hair
Left with my fears
Searching oh lord my God are you there?
Wondering still why you left

Someone call an ambulance, I think heart just stopped again
Now i’m laying in my bed that’s full of empty promises
Told myself I’m quittin, got

know put it on the news
Let them know that the screws are loose
Someone blew the fuse
I'm done staying mute
I'm done playing these games by their rules

the fuck I'm at
Yesterday you were laying in my bed
All I can see is nothing but red
When we met it was love on first sight
Will we stay together you decide

Oh I'm a southern boy, I love um
I love eating grass, and
And uhm, wheat, and um, tractors
Uh
I'm caught up in the sound of it
Surrounded by doubters

these commas
By matching my rhymes

Tiddies on my face
I eat that shit
She be tryna grind
I don't hate that shit
calling on my phone
I hate that bih
I

barely see
But its clear to me that you are my enemy
You got me weak

You're like a migraine inside my head
Seeing red
Through my eyes
I feel dead
Can't

she said
Now its all getting to my head
Raging like a bull, All I see is red
Remember sleeping on my chest in my bed
10th of November, remember our kiss

my tracks, and I get pulled up by the feds
Got the knife in my clutch, now I'm caught my hands red
Like a gardas gut I tuck it back up under my vest
He

up at your crib late night
You ain't even gotta call I'll be there right
I ain't even stop at no red lights
We ain't even stop in the bed like
I'm

the Bottom
I'll die for Respect
I live by a code
My necklace froze
I'm blowing up fast
I'm bout to explode
I'm bigger and blacker
They done made me Bold
My

fed
Red
Like I'm a beam swung out at his head
Outcast on top what I said
This ain't airsoft nigga it's lead
I'm the Dämon Boogeyman under your bed
Open

Laying in bed got us feeling
All United 
Thinking about the world 
And problem 
And how are we gone fight it 
They can't take something from nothing 
Like

see the envy in thee
Man we use to trap in da streets 
Man why am I sensin da beef

I can tell by da tone 
Don't have to hear it over phone 

Yea we

other people don't ever feel this way 
Laying in bed with my head on my pillow 
Hoping I didn't just see a black widow 
Maybe it's all in my dumb

words down the river bed.
Holy moses
bloody noses
red as roses
the vampire decomposes in the light.

*DREWKABOOM*
Light beams off the crucifix
Dangle

to the slaughterhouse
Before it burns us all
The sound of the screams
Behind their walls
Flesh cut by the pound
Gasoline and toss a match, ash to ash, in the ground

Don't know why, but I feel I'm going loco
My feelings are a no show, number than a mofo
Drugs by the polo, looking over photos
Head like a yo-yo, shit is