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?

Writer(s): Tommy Newport, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Carlton Mays Jr., 4th Pyramid, Courtney Dwight, John Stephen Sudduth & Shaan Ramaprasad.