Red Tape

Mervy you did that
Come on Jack

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block

It's a hunnid bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

Aye
Young Eray
He lost his family
Got shot up like Lil Tjay
Like it's a blueray
But it's real life
I don't care for this I've got no appetite
Carrying all these guns and knives

But he said Mama I'm bouta spike
Don't need no kite
They'll have him flying if he isn't right
There ain't no rules out there
Just a bunch of goons out there
Don't care who you are out there
It only matters what you wear

Black and white killing in the streets it's not fair
They don't care
The one who gets it worst is the one they spare
But I don't care
But what the hell would I know
You know I'm white bro
It's not like I've ever been told that I don't belong

But I've seen the same
No one's to blame
There's been dogs tearing up since we made it here
Maybe I made it here, but I can't make it there
I've seen bullies these killers wakin' up from these nightmares

You'll get your ass beat
Don't even ask me
I've pulled up with my brothers but they won't take a seat
Out this park I've seen killers in these avenues
Had they head fucked up but the rich don't seem to have a clue
So what you gonna do, like son I'm asking you

Tears fallin' down my face cause that plane flew
Through open doors I've been here alone
They'll hit you and hurt you till they've had enough
Wondering why rappers don't have any luck
But that's not luck they just didn't have a gun to tuck

And my people on it
Takin' out the groceries like I've still got it
But I know they want it, just a mosh pit
Line em' up those dirty fiends and lying thieves and monsters
Yeah yeah yeah
Aye aye yeah yeah