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homies' town
Really think they can hold us down
Two-tons on the motors how
We going to bust some shoulders and slow their rounds
More red paint for

routine
Running the game by the age of 15
Fast forward to a NiGGA 18, drugs pussy, it came in between
+1 now a nigga 19, the girl baddest, yeah she roll

they like me
Basic ass hoes, footwear, only Nike
High key
Talking to the ones in the backseat
Riding lanes by others for the followers, you all sheep

to pull and ride huh
Fuck it nigga I'll ride by myself though 
Yes hoe I'm still that nigga off of Dyer Street
Still that same nigga that be in all kinds

guys
TMG came back for vengeance!
Here to hang you by your necklace!
Shoot you with the Smith n' Wesson!
Bitch I don't fuck with your presence!
Crack you

encouragement is not fooling me
Red light, bitch stop
Who am I competing with, it's me VS me
Act like you're not setting up this one-person team
Using all my

like beats, yeah, get rolled like a pack, get your ass smoked
I do not play by that beef shit, nigga, I'm PunPunn, murder she wrote
All these lil bitches

(Ha)
We chillin' at the hotel yeah what suite we in (Yeah)
She showin' me these outfits she wanna see me in (Okay)
When a baddie walk by ain't no turnin'

How u feel when u by yourself
You tell me how u feel when u look at someone else
You could tell if you was real and u fasho is something else
Yeah i

kinda girl
That girl oh oh oh oh
That kinda girl

Uh,
Yippie yi yo, yippie yi ye
I wanna know what you doing by day 
Cleverly woo you for radio play
Don't

And we get turnt up off the meds tryna see just what you on

All my niggas like seeing red so pussy boy just watch yo tone
Go hit a lick I leave my phone

bad feelings tell me I'm screwed 
Pain has no meaning
Why all this pain never seems enough ? 

Follow me I've got rhymes 
Black heart and bad moves
Red

ahh)
Asking if I’m the one, shit I might be him
But I really ain’t (Nope)
Riding in the low low red candy paint (Low Low)
She love the way I drip I

Yea. Now we talking
Got a movement moving faster than often surrounded by solvent and carcinogens
My drive is like, drifting in a civic whip
Spitting

I have a dream 
That one day on the red hills of Georgia 
The sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaves owners
Will be able to sit down

cheeks
You're an asshole I'm 'bout to fill in
Final verse, here we go
Going to take you down a road
Tied to the back of a mail truck
By a rope tied 'round

now i'm going crazy
Been stepping so much that I've got blisters still i'm pacing
And even though i'm scared i'm still seeing red
You know that i'm

Last name Voorhees, first name Jason
Keep that chopstick by my sides like a fuckin' Asian

Got some shooters in Portland, they tryna get the fuckin'

don't really need ya
She asked me was I stressed and then she took me to the bed
Laid my ass down and then she turned the lights red
Said let's count this

Eyes red as hell look at my past you see the residue (Yeah you see the residue)
Heard the lil baby green so you know we finessing you(Yeah)
When getting

it's new to you
You didn't know what was living in pain everyday dad
Oh didn't you?
I turned the lights on
My bed was red
I felt so bad
My dad was dead
I

answer correctly jus lik yo life On the line
I must be brighter than stars cuz i get Seen by the blind
Oyea they think day i crazy lik i been Losin my mind

the city
If the sun wasn't that bright, I'd never see your face
Cuz in my mind it's getting darker and it's by the days
Why people say life's getting harder?

public eyes is red
If I’m conversatin pay me bread, uh
Come for the throat, uh, animal skin it got turned to a coat
Focus in bands, aye, sept for the bed