too much to feel! Pressure adds to pain! Deliver us from evil! Straying out of sanity! Why can't you let me be!? There's nothing else important! Does my
bullet or the chapstick This is me in his room This is me in his room This is me in his room Red, gold, I told We don't play fair Red, gold, I
In My Daddy Kane Chain Niggas Gave It Up Smooth They Aint Wanan Hearthe Bang ,Bang Im Back On My Bully Shit That Flatbush Bushwick Black Hoodie Shit
scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night;
you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls
nickel scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggas flip birds and blast pipes addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last
whats my name Somebody tell 'em whats my name I said chit chat I ain't with that I rather ride gently In the Bentley Please tell 'em whats my name Somebody tell 'em whats my
My tragedy's different My life's deep, listen, Gotta bail, I'm limpin Walked outta hell's kitchen Why bother cherishin' My past is everything, wrong,
callin her tomorrow And we driving from VA to DC up in my Gelato Make it clap, it's your time at the Apollo Paper planes, so my brain stay on auto Shorty
't smilin when you see me in person I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch
Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullest Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass Bitch made niggas, I got my switchblade
to go to war We don't love nothing ready to murder something on sight Put it on my life, one of my foes'll bite the bullet tonight You see ths red light
Ro] Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my
re trying to take my bitch from me I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun Ain't the one to get took off my four Cause I know these jackers be waiting
And everyday, I put new shoes on my feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo
in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [Hook 1 - 2x] I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm
ain't up in my league with each stride it seems I'm uppin my lead with each line ya dreams of touching me flee my speech hit, like the stuckiest weed
kites,yeah Me a tell ya All Bull Bay Heights and dem heights dey. Yeah We come up Seen, I you a hear me Wicked ina de ghetto my brother Wicked to the
