Painted Red
All I see in my head
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I been feelin' like a rock star all my life, ayy
Lookin' like cop cars with all these lights (look, ye)
Rollin' on dubs like I'm from the Westside (ah)
Can't take my love won't take my pride (nah)
I came from the bay, like Andre
Italian bouta blow like Pompeii
Pour me up a little bit of Bombay (Bombay)
I been out here drippin' all day, yeah (yeah)
I know my dreams have been crazy
Back in the day, they would hate me
Young and love
All I want one chance, yeah-yeah
My heart drip blood for this, yeah-yeah
All I see in my head
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip (yeah)
Take this town, paint it all red
Came from the ashes, rose from the dead
I wear a mask, I'm the same as the rest
I'm feeling trapped, but it's me at my best, yeah
Big red ruby on lock (stop)
I know her big booty gon' pop (pop)
The VVS will leave 'em shocked
Like PBS, we'll make' em watch, yeah
Take a rock and press it to a diamond
Polish what you got until it shine
Searching through the dark, it's like were mining
Balenciaga's filthy from the grind
Young and love
All I want one chance, yeah-yeah
My heart drip blood for this, yeah-yeah
All I see in my head
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist (hurts my wrist)
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah (yeah)
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I been feelin' like a rock star all my life, ayy
Lookin' like cop cars with all these lights (look, ye)
Rollin' on dubs like I'm from the Westside (ah)
Can't take my love won't take my pride (nah)
I came from the bay, like Andre
Italian bouta blow like Pompeii
Pour me up a little bit of Bombay (Bombay)
I been out here drippin' all day, yeah (yeah)
I know my dreams have been crazy
Back in the day, they would hate me
Young and love
All I want one chance, yeah-yeah
My heart drip blood for this, yeah-yeah
All I see in my head
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip (yeah)
Take this town, paint it all red
Came from the ashes, rose from the dead
I wear a mask, I'm the same as the rest
I'm feeling trapped, but it's me at my best, yeah
Big red ruby on lock (stop)
I know her big booty gon' pop (pop)
The VVS will leave 'em shocked
Like PBS, we'll make' em watch, yeah
Take a rock and press it to a diamond
Polish what you got until it shine
Searching through the dark, it's like were mining
Balenciaga's filthy from the grind
Young and love
All I want one chance, yeah-yeah
My heart drip blood for this, yeah-yeah
All I see in my head
Broken hearts painted red
I go hard 'til I'm dead
Through the dark in a Benz
Burn rubber through hell and fight my demons, yeah-yeah
So wish me well while I'm breathing, ayy
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist (hurts my wrist)
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah (yeah)
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Off whites with a black bandana
Paizans with some real bad manners
Long nights, man, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big, man, I'm just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big, that hurts my wrist
I don't get high, I drift
I don't dress fly, I drip, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Nicholas Beatrice
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