Redrum

Want it all I won't leave a breadcrumb Mixin' Coke in with that Old Monk, drinkin' RedRum 180 milliliters in and we start to get numb We'll start to give a fuck about it around when death comes Bitch, what? Nothin' thought a motherfucker said somethin' Rappin' like I got a set of motherfuckin' spare lungs Kobe in '06 with the motherfuckin' and ones Try to compete and you'll get your motherfuckin' head hung Chennai city bitch I'm from the 600 Ain't no fuckin way today that you can witness a flow Like this anymore when I press that record I'm givin' back to back to back to back hits when I go Ain't no practice back in action I don't miss imma score Old fashioned with the ice not talkin' Christian Dior Your favourite rapper cap on tracks you ridin' dick, I'm appalled Put my fist to your jaw, worth the risk for reward Fuck your clout and Gucci sweats Get in the booth and give me some proof And we'll check out who's music's best You're not even close I'm doin' the most And I really doubt that you impress Don't give a damn bout nothin' but that So shut your mouth or you'll get wrecked Flexin' on tracks that's far from the facts They really just drown in booze and debt Stick with that shit, the time will come quick Where you underground you'll soon be dead Takin' 'em shots expandin' the plot like I'm talkin' bout a movie set Kamikaze blue, I'm drinkin' 'em too not talkin' bout Mountain Dew, you get it? Don't do it for காசு reppin' மெட்ராஸ் Bitch I'm as south as you can get Knowing me is a flex I'm at a level where going toe to toe with me is a threat And as for my competition, you know they medium at best Few years in the game, but I'll cut the throats of even the vets You know I'm leavin' their necks Cut open bleedin' to death I wrote some genius lyrics yet these bitches sleepin' no less They choke on e-cigarettes I'm not the least bit impressed Punchlines better than this? Those ain't been written yet With every single track I'm fuckin' nuking these rappers I'm craving vengeance imma get into the stu' and start rappin' And just to get up on my level I bet you need a ladder Get me a beat and watch me go like them dudes in Atlanta When I get on instrumentals I go nuclear at it You cannot hold your ground against me you start losing your balance I'm on a killing spree I might just murder you while I'm at it You try to fuck with me I'll put you fuckin' crew into caskets bitch Want it all I won't leave a breadcrumb Mixin' Coke in with that Old Monk, drinkin' RedRum 180 milliliters in and we start to get numb We'll start to give a fuck about it around when death comes They ask me, "Why you always drop so motherfuckin' seldom?" Waiting makes them patient, then it motherfuckin' gets fun Stay outta my lane bitch you're not motherfuckin' welcome G block, all we know is motherfuckin' RedRum RedRum RedRum RedRum RedRum Turnin' all these little breadcrumbs to a hedge fund Cookin' in the booth until the beat gets to well done G block, all we know is motherfuckin' RedRum.