Red Tops

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

Look, look; you're nobody till you catch a body
My little head busta on his second body
FNH with the fuckin' drum
I told him: Don't leave till you hit everybody
For a minute I was strugglin'
Niggas wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then
Had to get off that couch and start hustlin'
Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in
Took a few losses, I accepted it
Made a few nobodies relevant
Niggas runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit
Better use your head before you get a shell in it
Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord
I said: That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record
Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall
Smith & Wesson 500 break the bricks in the wall
Hall & Nash, West and Con, nigga, we upper echelon
Rap's Dez Bryant and Megatron
Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas
Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana
Homie this ain't what you want
That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk
Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month
Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk

Ayo, the great adventure of Fresh Wes
Can't forget the TEC on the dresser, the Flygod in the flesh
Yeah I only praise one nigga, that's ChineGun
Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run
Baggin' up G packs in the Bellagio
Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor
I don't want to sell cocaine no more
But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux
Brianni'd down in the Benz truck
Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up
ConAir at Oklahoma, 'bout fifty niggas shackled
Trading honey buns for a mackerel
What you know about burgers on a Wednesday?
Shotgun shells where your kids play
Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high
Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga
14881055, it's me live

I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing
And I don't know how to dance
And I don't know how to preach to no congregation
I'm too small to be a football hero
And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor
When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin'
And all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition
Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got?