Lyrics:
don't fear
Now choose your weapons
And fall in the line
Choose well your colors
And follow the sign
Blood for all tears shed
And fire for hate
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
closed
I been tryna put the rap game in a chokehold
Diamonds VVSs, Gucci Cuban, color rose gold
We got weed, pills and Lean by the boatload
Don't stop
they'd rather just buss it for ransom
All by myself so, you know I'm solo
When you get up the guap, niggas changing
No, I don't have a whip so, I walk
coasting,
Takes every inch of me to keep moving
Dude,
Don't know what I am doing.
Proving I'm bound by ropes,
Bound for nooses.
So I get loose, Labatt blue,
Cause we're already dead
Yeah, we're already dead
One by one
They come marching to the drums
Don't trust a silver spoon
Or a silver tongue
One by one
seeing red
Rivers don't end
What happens then
friend, dont be a weirdo
Frogs hop by, I don't like you, so I hate you Ah
Fifty secondsss, what's the lesson?
How do you even live with you, yourself
I'm
this affection/ But
I don't have a real friend/ And I hate my whole family/ But from my bed, my window's / Lit by a red light/ I have seen before, while
blocks, You got blacks
In the streets that like to stand and watch
While another black man gets
Recorded and shot
Show no love for these pigs cuz we hate
I don't wanna hear another yeehaw from y'all
Change the radio station that keeps playing Whiskey Lullaby
I keep seeing red trucks with Sun Drop
guerillas, and stone cold killers
It seems that every night, you get to hear the fireworks
As much as I hate, to see my people die or hurt
It's just
blunts stay tight
(Wet it with the steelo', niggas know they below, status)
And your eyes red
(My fuckin' apparatus, be the baddest
Entertainin',
And I hate the way that it's come to this
Weighing the pros and cons like I can fix
Years of something that's never worked
Now we're all standing by
ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that’s how goes
Oh, we don’t love ourselves
'Cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people
Sphinx,
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
master
My problem solver, my powered saint
Give me the power to go forever
And make my blood just red wet hate
I don't know why but I like this
doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don't be knowin the pain we be causin'
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
One step over the red line
Under the God
Under the God
Ten steps into the crazy
Washington heads in the toilet bowl
Don't see supremacist hate
Yeah, motherfucker I'm back from the dead
Driving like a bat out of hell in a red
Caprice classic, I spit acid
I don't rap ringtones, I flow classics
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
as hell
And I hate that it wants you
And it don't want no one else
It Won't give up and it won't forget
And it Wants to smoke a Marlboro red
Stay up all
No
Stop calling on my phone
I'm too thrown
Don't go knocking on my door
Come on by
I don't need it
Don't want it coming for me
Pleasure
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