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gotta talk to no fed
Leave a dot on his head, and it's red
I sleep like a baby in bed
I'm a dog and I sleep in a shed

Swear that these niggas won't fight

put my faith in Jesus fear no longer applies
This kind of faith it surpasses understanding
His words are painted red because his love is so demanding

driven by decisions you choose
So wrong or right I gotta get my own too
You backstabbing I never thought it'd be you
I can't end my friend but in the end

Cause when you coming from a struggle they can't tell you shit
Same ones I starved wit is who I ball wit
So Fuck wit them, I'm painting niggas red with

Bands start coming in 
Packs start comming in 
Break that shit then roll up
Big glock fuckin hit
Red dot on yo head
Fruity ass nigga get rolled up

how you switched up whole way you was acting
I kept on red flaggin
My heart you kept dragging

Ain't inna stripclub but I miss my lost ones
Nowadays you

years, that was something new
Yet even if a rose lays alive in the city
Beauty goes unnoticed in the dark there is nothing pretty
Petal by petal in time

really wanna hear
Im to deaf for them, lets turn some gears
Cause they only care for there social media careers
Waking up putting red shoes on both my feet

Canadian Syrup like Bret Hart
I don't break hearts I shred hearts
Foulin' the beat they gave me a red card
Can't take advice cause my head hard
Can't take

imma take
Got his life finally caught by the gaze

Don't run from a Saint cuz
Cuz the devil don't Chase
Run up that money and get out my face

Run up

chiefin his team like We play with Mahomes
Like Tyreek
I need a house by the Hill for real 
Cus my granny sleep all in the trap house
And she don't even

when I walk on by
Then they stare
It's funny they must be
Just judging my hair
But really it's silly
I don't give a care
They know what I'm smoking
Is oh

Ay, I thought I was fine for a minute
Next thing I knew you were gone, that's no secret
I'm not jealous, I'm just flattened by the whole thing

Media, big tech, schools, the swamp of the feds
Be censoring ya if ya seeing in red
Hollywood rich to take your Second Amend
While they safe if gated

for free 
Trust me, you don't wanna start with me

Leave my phone on do not disturb
Cause I hate when they call me back 
Dealer got chased down there by

singing to my song
Then we had to stop, interrupted by a call
90 on the dash, blasting music all night long

Pause
Wait, ooh
Pause

I don't know
I don't

I spit fire through my red lipstick
Be kissed and be bewitched
Muah
All up under my spell
I'm the queenly predecessor of that queen Jezebel
Trying

point 
Lil' niggas pretending they big boys 
Keeping quiet don’t need me a big voice 
That red dot on the beam make a big point 
For me nigga

decision to let me in for a minute.
Let me feel that incision that left behind by them niggas.
I don't know what they figure leaving behind a treasure.

Excel until we redline 
Move I'm on a deadline I'm moving with the bassline cooking up the next rhyme pedal to metal aint no stoping at the red light you

"SouthSide"

Written by Monqique of Smeared Lipstick Crew 


(HOOK)

South Side,South Side
Throw it up!
If you bitches want the smoke roll the blunt

surrounding green like snakes dripping red venom 
I’ve got the whole game by my hand 
Now they won’t under rate rappers from the Mitten again 
Let me begin I’m

But know that she can read between the lines
You know
She's not blinded by the red signs
Oh no
You see you lie to hide the truth
And tell the truth

pristine like a bed sheet
Threading the evidence gently
Keepin excelling, bars upon bars, like a spread sheet
Starting no beef, fuck the red meat
Saw your