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Struggle we living in it's a hard fucking life
People cut throat with no knife pick a battle they don't want to fight
Distracted by small shit make you lose

trynna it win back
Trynna stack a mill throwing dubs in the air
Don't drink red wine, white champagne
Party all night we get it dancing
Bad broads in

QueenRee？

Maybe I just wanna feel the love
pick me up baby right now

Wearing my pink heels for the night
my first step on the red carpet yeah

I need you I

on grinding,

now distracted by your foul jibing.

Even introverts need protien and starch, missin' the cave, your speaker phone doin' it's part.

Here we go

got a Rock & Roll Heart
And a Symphony Soul 



I remember New Year's Day 1993
I bought a big old red Gretsch
With the cash in my jeans
And i ain't

be the same
Taking a pill, for my pain
One day, I'm gone, how I feel
One day, I pull up and fade
Shawty, she sat by my grave
All through the rain
Roses

Don't let the door
Hit you when you see me eatin' all the cake
I'm red like rare steak, I'm special
I sized you up when I met you
You a pop fly, won't

If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil

"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared

on then

Trust, on them, on them, man
Are still hot yeah, man are still on it
Capsicum, yeah, red spots bonnet
Maximum, how you feel so horrid?
Gaps in

drill is
Yeah, I know what I feel (Ayy)

Lonely, I been by myself
Look, nobody wanna help
I ain't got no soul to sell
These niggas ain't come back from

full
Got my nose in the pie
Turn red like a pitbull
I take your advice and add
A little twist to it
And in this game you’ll lose your life
Lil' nigga

reflect that
I ain't one of these new wave dons
I don’t wanna be the hardest out
Nowadays I’m influenced by lupe’ songs
Substance in abundance
And if you

turned my block to Iraq
Spin the block
Now them boys runnin' four flat
Drive-bys and I'm totin' that ol' Mac
Powerd up, nigga you know I got four straps

and pull off to the spot
Count up the money, I got me a lot
Found them red-handed, that boy gonna get caught
Spending that money and bought me a yacht
Stick

anger as I begin to see red
And the anger grows remorseful as I return, retiring to bed
This sad, seeping tragedy inside my head

And there's so much

Behind the light, behind the light

Walking faster down the street
Red eyes and no shoes on her feet
Going on this journey, determined to complete
This is

to Buddha but tempted by all
Of the hate that I breed all that I read
Blasphemy but it keep makin me wanna
Get right with my chi when do I sleep
Retinas red

swear it took me ages
Now the MAC magazine's by the Yellow Pages
Got a muzzle on the baby nine
So if you run up in the crib
My bro it won't wake

Gren8 Beats

Xans  won't betray you 'til your
Shit pressed with fentanyl
Like  bein' backstabbed by your bestie from
The same set and all
Shared

top, almost tore my damn dip off- haha
Good top, almost tore my damn dick off
(My dot red‚ just like Clifford)
Aight, I can do that (Look) yeah, yeah

minutes passed, met up at a red light
Called him on his celly
Said "Let's hit the deli and grab a bite"
So now it's me
Lenbo and Castro inside of my car

not a matador hungry like
Jamba juices infested by carnivors
Lord, your slicktalk will have you
Knockin' on heavens gate
We see through your front like

known by the mandem
Chop and changing my flow to the standards
Imma star call me Sherif like Woody
Bullseye right on the beat how could he (how could he)