Red & Black

SRB separation confirmed (SRB separation confirmed)
Coming up on, uh, staging the burn-out of these twin solid rocket boosters
At two minutes, five seconds
And we're bringin' Carns right back to the old days though (Hill Productions)
Trust me, listen

I could've greased that mash with a coke, but I did with a WD instead
I felt like Headie when I handled it steady, I'm tryna give a boy leg
I hit neck and face on my first bootin', no way am I hittin' them legs
I came out of jail, said, "I'm comin' out the hood"
No way can they take me out of the trench

I cheffed my man with my mum's kitchen and I pray it didn't bend
But I swear that it didn't
'019, I was sittin' in my cell and I heard my man got smoked, good riddance
I'm gettin' phone calls from my bredrins, bredrins friend of a friend
Like, why did I blick him?
Aha, blick him, would've been rude if I didn't

I'm cut from a different cloth
He got shot and it ripped his top
My man try shield on my bredrin, I had to stand there like, "What is he on?"
Lucky that I love -, didn't wanna shoot my man by acc'
As he got up and run, I told him, "Move" and I kweffed my man in his back
He got hit with two different corn, yeah, one was red and one was black
Shout out my -, - my man with two different corn and they both was black
He got hit with two different corn, yeah, one was red and one was black
- slapped my man with two different corn and they both was black

I had a shoot-out with the green shells, I still got the red and black
I try slap man with a dot-dot, pissed, I ended up -
You ever done road at the back of the R6 leanin', pingin' that wap?
Opps love chat and then dash, that's why they got stab wounds in their backs

I had a shoot-out with the green shells, I still got the red and black
I try slap man with a dot-dot, pissed, I ended up hittin' -
You ever done road at the back of the R6 leanin', pingin' that wap?
Opps love chat and then dash, that's why they got stab wounds in their backs

Free P2, done it with red and black
Five guys got slapped, so we call bro, "Jack"
Drip in the blick, I stay intact
Winnin' this shit, that is a fact
I knew that I would never need my SATs, I knew that I'll just need more cats
Until I run into sacks, S-A-D, we got three packs

Drib', dribble like Marcus Rash'
Two-hundred pebs, don't die for nyash
WD-40, don't use Vas'
My reckless days, started chillin' with Sas
Real niggas around me only
My circle's small, so it does get lonely
Shouldn't wear kip when you buck into Dopey
Active gang, they know we too smokey

I had a shoot-out with the green shells, I still got the red and black
I try slap man with a dot-dot, pissed, I ended up hit -
You ever done road at the back of the R6 leanin', pingin' that wap?
Opps love chat and then dash, that's why they got stab wounds in their backs

I had a shoot-out with the green shells, I still got the red and black
I try slap man with a dot-dot, pissed, I ended up hit -
You ever done road at the back of the R6 leanin', pingin' that wap?
Opps love chat and then dash, that's why they got stab wounds in their backs