Red Herring

Stunting with the watch Ben 10, couple diamond

Heads, tattoos on forearms no more qualms
How I like my shit

Light da spliff
After which
Pop n Crush some vicodins
I am Lit
Yh yh, high as shit

I insist, twist with it

Peter piper bitch

Play da violin

Pulling strings

Pulling tings

What my life consists of

Ignit Ignit they say it's coz our pigment
Run up on a nigga. Keep up to the stigmas

stomping in the rave like crushing grapes
Bashment wave, grab her waist

The finest whine

Izzy streets I reside
Est in 95
Catching planes Acclimatize
Onda sand sipping Mai thais

Her God is White the hoe be sayin
I ain't with that snow flame
Know me well, I say no names

Nat but bitches call me Nate
Roll the dice let's dance with fate
Da rest can wait
Don't pass collection plates
fall at the steps it takes
To reach to heavens gates

Dis our land lord dis ya section 8

Thanos couldn't snap as hard as this we're fathomless
You have N.O. chances of flying with this it's atomisk
I'm the why, for chelsea smiles, like an AMBROMOVICH
Big baller shit, dwayne wayde, I am dragging kids

Lawless, I will slap a bitch - Lawson with the anarchist
With a pound a' meds, I am - High up where the rabbit sit
Course niggas getting smoked - Eminem and canibus
God level, don't matter... - Going son of paragus-

Sacrilege tryna beat we, In the lab more than Deedee
Send for all Cece Ping a bitch, BB

Give me a call, I pull up on a whip it's A.A.
Got a special beam if you tryna go the snake way
I ain't joking, I'm in rach face
Going beast with the toy, it ain't bayblade



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Atta, Jesse Atta-hayford, Nathaniel Kyle Lawrence, Nathaniel Lawrence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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