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Throw your Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red laces in and out of Air Max '95's

I, walk on the moon, flow than June
Any nigga want I kick up a sand dune
to my man Tune for giving his man room
Now we hitting to the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
Made the letter B famous than a Red Sox fitted
But was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half of rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die

Suge had me in, I went like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, day I poured you aside
Like Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him I Satan
And my red flag in the ground
It's red

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust
I tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One Blood, plural, nigga I'm Euros
got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I'm up out the hood, where they them guns on you like
up out your hood, it ain't never all good
We up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we cannabis

Swisher sweet, it?
I told her I'm Charles
The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, it
my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual

Ball by myself, nigga ocho,
With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground

Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red
Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louisville Slugger, get buried in my New Era

Got that Natti on, than a Magnum
Walk in the sagging with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a like Lauren
Her and the car

Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my on
And I keep it hood like this is a Nissan
my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
So many Bloods in had to get a NYC song

And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red
And all these hating ass want me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X before he Muslim, R.E.D.

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust
I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's

And that's B's up, ho's
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground