Til We Dead (feat. G. Britton & ZI3RE)

All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead
All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead

We ain't gonna stop
I say one line and I'll turn your last single straight into a flop
Straight to the summit I always look down, 'cause I'm never afraid a nigga's gonna drop
You said he was better fishing for attention, I'll throw your ass right over the fucking dock
Every time I distribute the masses go rowdy, they know I be making the bop bop bop bop Bop bop
Know the flowing never stop
I'm minimizing your ego whenever I step on the farm I'm always gonna crop
You think I'm selling my soul for this shit I'm the manager, bet I'll be setting up shop
You say I'm corny but when I'm performing the finest of arts, I always get the pop pop Pop
Bitch
I'm tryna work 'til the point where it's making me sick
I'm tryna get to the point whereby accident I just be making my enemies rich
I'm tryna get to the point where 'bout seven billion of people know about my click
I'm tryna get to the point where my niggas around me don't have to worry 'bout a tick

All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead
All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead

Yeah Yeah Yeah
This is an exhibition of a savage, the greatest that's ever spit it
I've killed it again and again and again, at this point it is repetition
Bitch I'm legend with it, man there isn't no way you can step to Britton
Homie you better listen 'cause I'm fucking you up if I catch you slipping
I know a couple people that be hitting my shorty they always be calling the line
All of them wanna be me but she riding with me she be blocking them all of the time
Showing music to my family, dad was so proud of his son that he started to cry
Now I got record labels in the emails, they tell me they want me to sign
But I ain't with it
Homie fuck all the talking, I'm independent
They just want me promoting a different image
But I'm straight where I'm at don't get it twisted
My teachers wanted me to get my masters
I'm teaching myself how to mix and master
I'm talking with legends, I spit with masters
I'm a god dog don't get it backwards huh

All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead
All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead

Fuck that I ain't gone stop then
Still gone be in your top ten
Still gone be your best option
My flow you know they adopting
I'm locked in, don't let me out
Carry weight so don't press me out
I'm very great and my chest be out
I bury hate so don't stress me out
Nigga just peep down
I'm an asshole, a tadpole
Going from a glass bowl to flag poles, up
Gas strong mask on running out of mags Holmes man so what
Warzone more drones running into more homes more bones crushed
No pain no gain now I need rogaine gained so much
Cut above the rest I'm the best
Keep the answers came up with the test
Living with stress up in my chest
Ran a mile and I ain't have to stretch
In denial I never been a child real shit since day one
You see some don't play none it's all cap no play gun better play dumb

All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead
All that I'm seeing is red
Work 'til I get that bitch straight in my bed
Work 'til it's blood that I shed
We ain't gonna stop 'til we dead