To Much Red
I just went cold and caused the damage
To much red up in my eyes I need a bandage
Pop a zany leave me on a planet
I can't go to sleep unless I plan it
Like I can't count the sheep
I gotta brand it
I just took a flight I'm ever landing
Such a peaceful sight
And then it vanished
Appreciate the moment never granted
It took me some time
To understand it
Now I'm the man wit the plan
The recipe sits in my hand
I'm on the way like the van
I make it move like a stamp
I had to sit up and vamp
Didn't have time for a tramp
Stand on my own like a lamp
I write my wraps inna trap
Different numbers and they bussin
They gone slide wit different colors
Only riding for my bruddas
In this word
We got eachother
He got my back
My momma his mother
We double up no going under
We heat in the winter
I'm hotter then Summer
I don't need back up
Ima need roll a blunt up
We breaking they bats out
They try and son is
Holy it's a war
I don't think they wana
I don't think they guna
Pull up at the place
They think that it's safe
Trana body all my ops
Classy shoot out the wraith
Get hit wit the stick
It will damage
Don't take no offense
Open hearts boy
It will splatter you
Not fena battle ya
I want the batter ya
You do not matter no
Not Guna shadow ya
To much red up in my eyes I need a bandage
Pop a zany leave me on a planet
I can't go to sleep unless I plan it
Like I can't count the sheep
I gotta brand it
I just took a flight I'm ever landing
Such a peaceful sight
And then it vanished
Appreciate the moment never granted
It took me some time
To understand it
Now I'm the man wit the plan
The recipe sits in my hand
I'm on the way like the van
I make it move like a stamp
I had to sit up and vamp
Didn't have time for a tramp
Stand on my own like a lamp
I write my wraps inna trap
Different numbers and they bussin
They gone slide wit different colors
Only riding for my bruddas
In this word
We got eachother
He got my back
My momma his mother
We double up no going under
We heat in the winter
I'm hotter then Summer
I don't need back up
Ima need roll a blunt up
We breaking they bats out
They try and son is
Holy it's a war
I don't think they wana
I don't think they guna
Pull up at the place
They think that it's safe
Trana body all my ops
Classy shoot out the wraith
Get hit wit the stick
It will damage
Don't take no offense
Open hearts boy
It will splatter you
Not fena battle ya
I want the batter ya
You do not matter no
Not Guna shadow ya
Credits
Writer(s): Devonte Johnson
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