RED WALLS lyrics

They gone make me get back on my twisted sh*t
You gone lick my balls you gone lick fist b*tch if you risk it
It's a big a bid you gone quit quick get hit then it get lit
You ever seen a teen with a 16 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 gone lie had some nights I resent
You know they mix PCP with that fent

You can tell when a n*gga be only pretеnd how you speak on dead bodies but don't know thе 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
Im 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 ill 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 im 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
Black gloves, no love, real thugs, black mask, red walls x2

Enter neglect and im interconnected
I know im 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 im left in the dark?
Why it feel like im 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 im breaking bad that's from dusk until dark, you a fish in a pond ima p*ss off the deck
You gone 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 cuz 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 gone 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 im done it's gone be a collage

(Intro Repeats)