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And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

Dahmer yea
This is the Joe Rogan experience my brain's altered in slow motion delirium
All I've bled I'm so over serious 'till I see red It's over period
I

if I claim one
Imma warrior like Lebron up in game one
Bitch guess you JR
Pen got some bullets i pull it like a AR
Stay in yo lane drop a album

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

at the desk, Im red pilled and based ya'll are blue Pilled at best
Haha, it's gettin' gruesome and grotesque
Better save ya face - I Blow it right off in the end

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

to get higher like I'm flying, a pilot
Up to Heaven, me and brethren in that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine

Heaven rock

what I idolize and that was the bad guy
Potato head ass niggas always ordering mad fries
Looking in my face the only time you saw a red eye
Niggas think

The cops red
Perpetrators get stopped dead
In their tracks
They scat like rats
That's why G's out with me
Freeze like at the end of a double pump
When

now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I

I love you Nora, do you love me
Oh I don't know, Jack
You're the only girl I've dated in-in two months, we get along fine
You do love me don't you?
I

the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap

man

Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have

still alive but, he dead broke
Invest in a red nose and tell jokes, clown
Fuck that nigga and fuck his dreams
Getting money is routine for that SWAT Team

And ride this beat banga all night long
Kill the feelings in ya legs
Smack that thang until its red
Motivate ya down
And call ya Kelly Row, Go, Go, Go

or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip

later
I'll be in my Benz
Courting some flavor and
Tasting her friends
Unshaped by the ends
Shit, I can contend
Number one killer of 
Chill beats and men

view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule 
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional 
Ten toes down to move

for days
Hit her now she cravin' in a dick daze
Plus I'm faded Henny got me wavy
And she wet she navy i jus re'd up
Nuts hangin balls dragon
Like vegeta

life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle

me hopping in cheap hotels 
Like a red head step kid I'ma need the belt
This is a guide to how I'm reaching hell
Maybe I should pivot to an OnlyFans

the fucking motion
Dumont knowing what I mean when I talk purple potion
Red balloons all in the sky that's why these clowns is floating

I got a problem with

the black
Burban in matt
Tinted burgundy Mac
Red dot stock drum
30 attached
Hits after hits so cold still
Burning ya track
Tennessee whiskey whole
Bottle