Macksray? Beats

Another day, in the lab, fuckin' with the music (Fuckin' with the music)

You know me, it ain't nothin', I just get to it (I just get to it)

Red Rida, I'mma fool, ****, best believe it (I'm the realest)

What the fuck you mean about it, ****, you the weakest (You the weak-ass ****?)

I'm a genius, the cleanest, even the meanest

Fuck you, yo' main bitch, she lick on my penis (On my penis, ****!)

You the type of moafucka that's gone always missin' (Damn!)

You don't care about a sucka that you still gon' kiss it (You's a sucka)

Old sucka-ass ****, type o' **** is you? (Type o' **** is you?)

You the type of **** that, can't hang wit' the crew (No that's out)

You the type o' moafucka wearin' the fake jewelry (Wearin' fake-ass ****)

You the type o' **** that a **** take yo' jewelry (Give that shit up)

Me, they gon' have to take me to the jury (To the jury)

12 in the box, ****, they gon' feel the fury (Hraaa!)

You already know, my name be (Red Rida)

You already know, the game, G (G)

Most these **** be rappin' be gettin' writer's block

But with me, it don't matter if I write or not

You wanna know why, ****, 'cause I'm so fuckin' heated

Of what the streets been missin' of what the fuck is needed

Just when you thought it was safe, ****, it's really not

I'm cold than a moafucka, wait, I'm really hot

Red Ridin' as usual just know the program

Everytime I do my shit you know I'm goin' ham

Here I come, just like giddy up (Yeehaw!)

Make sure, you my ****, when you hit me up (It's me, my ****!)

Look, don't be throwin' up no wrong signs (No, don't do that)

Know this not, Mitchy Slick, but you fuckin' with the wrong kind (Woo woo, woop!)

When it come to the grind, I been on mine (I been on mine)

I got to get it, my ****, you know I want mine (It is me)

Add it up, bag it up and don't be show changin' (Don't be show changin', ****)

Walk away, with the brick, like I'm dope slangin' (I can do that)

Learn from the big homie, this a gangsta get up (What up, bitch?)

Little **** slow your rolls, I'm tryna make it nice (That's out)

Fakin' funny gangsta turnin' to a dangerous turn (To a dangerous turn)

If I was you, I would cheated, it's major passin' (Major)

You don't bee what's goin' on, just take a look (****, look)

Everyday another mothafucka gettin' booked (**** booked)

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no fingerprints, you goin' to jail (All the way to jail)

I'm talkin' about a first class trip straight to Hell (Straight to Hell)

Most these **** be rappin' be gettin' writer's block

But with me, it don't matter if I write or not

You wanna know why, ****, 'cause I'm so fuckin' heated

Of what the streets been missin' of what the fuck is needed

Just when you thought it was safe, ****, it's really not

I'm cold than a mothafucka, wait, I'm really hot

Red Ridin' as usual just know the program

Everytime I do my shit you know I'm goin' ham

I never knew what peace was like (no idea), only what the streets was like (Yep)

So I grew up in the street life (In the Bottoms!)

I remember in the 4th grade Lil' Reddy told me (That's my ****)

"We gon' never be no bustas, that's my real homies" (That's aight)

I kept my word on out, and I still stand (Standin' high!)

I put that shit to the side, I got some real players (On some real shit)

To bring the peace to the universe if I can (Shit, if I can!)

'Cause I can easily grab my strap and go and get my mail (Imagine that)

I'm not no hateful individual (shit, no I'm not), I'm not miserable (Nuh-huh)

I just dump like a sucka, it's the principle (Oh, I'm wit' it, ****)

I'm a different type o' **** (to the fullest) rollin' straight to the point

No beatin' around the bush, no subliminals, **** (Uh-huh)

I'm from the Menace so the hat gang CMG (Woop)

A long time ago **** they still remember me (Ay, wassup, my ****?)

I won't body but really it's like ten o' me (Like ten o' me)

And that's where I lost you at, you's a mystery (Old mystery-ass ****)

Big Mamba, Mafia Mike, what up, my ****

Bottomvillain Porter? Killa, ****

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