Red White Black

Yeah yeah, turn me up
A little Stick-Man

Spilt enough blood to make Dracula fat
Crack music thug, I'm where the spatulas at
Got a chain where there was nasal cannulas at
Now I take away your lungs, bitch the market is black
Yeah, I walk off a hemorrhage
Your girl looking at me like she want a beverage
Already look this fine, I bet that I look better rich
You in my headlights, I turn you into venison
Praying on my downfall, but I'm atheist
Northface, southpaw, I can make a hit
Got no phobia for any homosapiens
Marfan Man-Hunter, I'm a motherfucking alien
Call me Ecuadorian Zorro
I go equestrian when I shoot like Del Torro
Prep your funeral, I'm already dressed formal
Picture Dorian, I ain't no mere mortal, bitch

The Hang-Man coming
The Hang-Man coming

I see in red, white, black
Sin city shit, I've never met my match
Sincere shit, it ain't a threat, it's a fact
You won't get pity, bitch, till I get my racks

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Pledge allegiance to yours truly
Take a knee and pray this isn't a Borne movie
I brought the mag and I got the zoomies
Cat's out of the bag put in all your jewelry
I don't got eyes; I got S's with lines in them
I won't do time till my eses got diamonds with them
I don't just rhyme; I write essays with mob venom
Look me in the eye, don't you test my nine, it might just
Blah kah kah kah
Make you do ballet
Pull up to the church, make a priest do valet
Blah kah kah kah
Poppin like Champagne
Spirits take the wheel, the whole highway's my damn lane
My chest tells the war stories for me
X-marked, horror stories only
I got a heritage of carrying the pain
Bury hatchets in your brain, when I reign, you'll be pouring

I see in red, white, black
Sin city shit, I've never met my match
Sincere shit, it ain't a threat, it's a fact
You won't get pity, bitch, till I get my racks
Red, white, black
Sin city shit, I've never met my match
Sincere shit, it ain't a threat, it's a fact
You won't get pity, bitch, till I get my racks

Isn't there a someone with a hand to spare?
Who can share what they have for my hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger

Your bitch higher-pitched when I'm on her, that's capo shit
Uneducated motherfucker, here's your scholarship
Unlike a race or religion I'm a monolith
Product of rape, part indigenous and colonist
All these chips on my shoulder, and I'm cashing in
Don't make me ask again
Is this a rap or hymn?
This shit spiritual, I mastered pens
Every syllable a syllabus, you scratch your head
And that don't scratch the surface
I send you to the urgent
Smoke a tical, Pedro Pascal your surgeon
Sweet revenge the purpose
I'm Kyrie Irving meets Karl Urban
Uma Thurman letting steel give another sermon
This a takeover
RIP Takeoff, the throne's just a layover
All the scammers on my phone, said I ain't know you
This ain't a crown it's a halo
I'm coming out the mountains like Daytona

I see in red, white, black
Sin city shit, I've never met my match
Sincere shit, it ain't a threat, it's a fact
You won't get pity, bitch, till I get my racks
Red, white, black
Sin city shit, I've never met my match
Sincere shit, it ain't a threat, it's a fact
You won't get pity, bitch, till I get my racks