RED WALLS lyrics

[Intro]
Prez Sinatra

[Chorus]
They gon' make me get back on my twisted sh*t
You gon' lick my balls, you gon' lick fist, b*tch
If you risk it, it's a big bid, you gon' quit quick
Get hit then it get lit
You ever seen a teen with a sixteen clip?
You know them boys posted outside of the crib?
You ever seen a fresh blade cutting a brick?
You ever seen a fiend with a f*cked up lip?
You ever pop a pill? Had a f*cked up trip
Did some f*cked up sh*t, but forgot what it is?
I ain't gon' lie had some nights I resent
You know they mix PCP with that Fent'

[Verse 1]
You can tell when a n*gga be only pretend
How you speak on dead bodies, but don't know the scent?
n*gga just 'cause you been, that don't mean that you went
You a visitor to the place my n*ggas in
And you ain't that n*gga you post
He ain't got no bag, but he talking 'bout gross
We grocery bag n*ggas like you the most
I'm tired of n*ggas they talking 'bout old
Old me, old sh*t
What the f*ck? You don't know me
n*ggas be talking like they can control me
Get the f*ck out the comments and show me
For some reason these n*ggas believe in the myth
It ain't no hidden gem I am the Amethyst
When we get in the gym, you can see in my wrist
Take the shot and with ease don't know meaning of miss
So, I say "f*ck it", if we can forget
That's what I'll choose to do after these n*ggas spit
Turn a new leaf, they can't see through the midst
But it's all clear as day when you be the abyss
When you the creation itself, it isn't a question to you what recipients get
These n*ggas all in obliviousness, I don't think n*ggas know what oblivion is
I ain't playing with n*ggas
I'm taking they heads off
I make 'em make med calls
Got hit in his head, now that n*gga bedridden
And you know the feds talk
[Bridge]
Black gloves, no love
Real thugs, black mask, red walls
Black gloves, no love
Real thugs, black mask, red walls

[Verse 2]
Enter neglect and I'm interconnected
I know I'm a anti, I been on depressants
The pressure consume me, but I get my message across
While I keep reading texts that lesson my thoughts
Why it feel like I'm left in the dark?
Why it feel like I'm missing my mark?
I feel alienated, Bolaji Badejo
The sh*t that's inside me could rip me apart
Feel like Danny Trejo, the Son of Anarchy
And I'm Breaking Bad that's from dusk until dark
You a fish in a pond, I'ma p*ss off the deck
You gon' swim in that water 'til you see a shark
n*gga come up for air when this sh*t get hard
Know the gun like the blunt 'cause this b*tch hit hard
Need to check on my mental, my sh*t get odd
Heard a pop, just died and my di*k get hard
Heard they got our plates, we gon' switch them cars
Counting money all day, now I need a massage
It's too many dead bodies, I need a garage
It's a shirt when I'm done, it's gon' be a collage
[Chorus]
They gon' make me get back on my twisted sh*t
You gon' lick my balls, you gon' lick fist, b*tch
If you risk it, it's a big bid, you gon' quit quick
Get hit then it get lit
You ever seen a teen with a sixteen clip?
You know them boys posted outside of the crib?
You ever seen a fresh blade cutting a brick?
You ever seen a fiend with a f*cked up lip?
You ever pop a pill? Had a f*cked up trip
Did some f*cked up sh*t, but forgot what it is?
I ain't gon' lie had some nights I resent
You know they mix PCP with that Fent'