red sky

Red sky bleeding from my eyes

Tides rising up to new heights

I turn my back to the wind

Slowly drifting away

Out here, I'm not the same (Welcome to your new name)

Welcome to your new name

It's fourth and inches, I'm sending the blitz

Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit

You say we ops but you stay on my dick

My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit

They be on Twitter like, "When he gone miss?"

Say I fell off but I fell in his bitch

Fuck yo' white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit

I play it cool and hand Brodie the blick

Book out yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich

Now you can't drop no new music or shit

How you jump right on that song and then snitched?

****, you sassy and wrong as a bitch

Say the wrong thing and get put on that list

This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss

Better thank me that yo' ass still exist

'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick

She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff

Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch

Diamonds gone cover my neck and my fist

Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists

Draco brown like a Hershey

Hang out the window and blow him a kiss

Hang out the window and wave at his bitch

Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

And to cover up the darkness (Red sky bleeds)

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleeds)

One that stirs while one's asleep (Red sky bleeds)

The void that's unexpecting

Don't give a fuck, I'm gone rock with my twin

**** freeze up when it's time to go spin

Speak on the dead and we boxin' you in

Send you to Heaven, they kill you again

We killed his buddy, he buckin' again

If they revive him, we buss him again

Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in

I got in trouble for telling on friends

Rip out yo' tongue if you talking too much

You gone get chomped out talking to us

Bulletproof truck 'cause I know they could touch

Buried the K and it still shoot rusty

Fuck my opps, **** broke and they musty

All my exes still wanna fuck me

Eliantte on me, this is not lucky

Fry me a **** like I'm from Kentucky

Remember when pops used to front me

When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my ****, I really see lunch meat

Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip, ain't no way you can punch me

You ain't really gang, you a flunky

Send yo' ass to the store like you aunty, pussy

And to cover up the darkness (Red sky bleeds)

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleeds)

One that stirs while one's asleep (Red sky bleeds)

The void that's unexacting

This is really happening

Is this is really happening?