Red

Red. Retiring extremely dangerous nigga. King Goldfish, gun dealer, Armani suit mover. Ha. You know the team, nigga. Global Mo. Let's go. One shot, one kill. No mistakes in the fourth quarter. Shoot or pass the motherfucking ball, nigga, in that Order. Go for it all, embrace the outcome. I took the loss, do a play with I Done. Told 'em I was coming, ruler to his Stomach. I want your soul, not the hundreds. Told 'em fuck the future 'cause me and my Team can't front it. Eyes on the globe, my vision way past the Summit. No need for fronting, I rule with an Iron fist. Zion's gift, it's in my nature to Open up your mind with words or humiliate you With nines and Mossbergs. Shine like dark fur on the panther under moonlight. I'm the pusher serving these go-go dancers. Come and get your fix right. Catch fire when it's too dope. Desire bring live wire schemes, that nigga got mo'. I need it. You need it. What you gonna do to get it? Block business or don't be a witness, pulling off With it. Soft bitches tremble under the king's Touch, brain bust. Revealing the soul, these type of things just stroke My ego. Call the Regal or cop it new Off the lot with bundles of illegal tenders in The blocks. It's a ran rap, will make a Hustler remember pops. Struggling, fighting with moms instead of hitting The block. No disrespect, before I die broke with High blood pressure, I'll be on the bus with 100 criminals shackled together. Rapper forever like Sean Brett. Reminisce on cell mates' dilemmas. Forget my four, I can't. Eighteen calendar to do, I had ten on it. My nigga done that already, got another twin coming. All praises due to Allah, Black man in the White House. Salute my soldiers, then let your nigga Write out. Hug my mother, my sisters, My brothers, no tears. I'm sorry, but society owes me forty years. I'm a warrior. I show up to battle with Death in the rear. I'm a sorcerer. I speak the magic words and pistols appear. I exploded, huh. BTK the lame, that's burn, torture, Kill. Every one of you lames, you know it, Bruh. I'm insane in the membrane, blowing B real Smoke. Cherry pie with my East Side shorty, Blue dream with my hill hoes. Stains on my steel toes. You had to bad, I'ma take some. I meet the real low. Sorry to keep you waiting. Red