Code Red

I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher

Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers

My socks aren't brown for my boxers on top, yeah

They told me that I got it all wrong, yeah

I can't hear you "La, la, la, la"

Need some money for my daddy, and a life for my mom

Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm

I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm

So it's always on sight, that is on a dot com

Not to call me commercially

Y'all take longer to worship me

I'll be all in a murder scene

Call the coffin security

Y'all don't want to encourage me

I'ma follow the person who causing all of the murders

Like Holocaust did to Germany

Y'all impostors are irking me

Costume on like you're working at Comic-con or the circus

But I'm opposite, heard of me?

I'm the guy that fucked you up, that walked you off to emergency

Just to impersonate as the doctor prepped into surgery

Knuckle up to maturity

Toughen up to authority

I don't want to kill all of 'em

Just the fucking majority

Run amuk on the orderly

Motherfuckers ignoring me

I might even be wearing that button up, do it formally

Formerly known as:

"Kiddie with no class", "Kiddie with no bitches"

"Kiddie with no cash"

Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac

But he never took it, now he act how the pros act

Now he's a no-knack

Giving out toe tags

Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab

Who will oppose that?

I need to know that

This was a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at

Y'all softer than a cookie dough

If it means war I'll be following the bullet holes

Fuck you mean I shouldn't go?

You know what they say right?

Better safe than sorry

Better sorry than a pussy, though (pussy)

Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll

If that costs a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful

I'ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot?

I'ma thank God, like "Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"

Yeah, halle-fucking-lujah hoe

I just hit the jackpot, halle-fucking-lujah hoe

I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a 2 year-old

Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful halle-fucking-luja hoe

How the fuck you doin' hoe?

Oh I'm doin' good I'm just plannin' out your funeral

I said "I'ma kill 'em in the Studio"

And they said "Over my dead body"

I said "Boy, that's doable!" (Boy!)

Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato

I know they depressed like everytime I see a hater

Fightin with yo'self for

I can be the mediator

Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe try to feed it later

Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger

Maybe try to save a little instead of spending all your paper

Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer

Maybe try to pull a chick instead of tryna pull a favor (Oh!)

Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet

Pussy like a cheetah girl

I hope you don't PMS (Oh!)

I hope it won't be a mess

I know that you see 'em next?

I know that you dream about me

Wonder if you pee your bed

Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk

Wanna kick me out? Now that ain't the way to treat a guest

I am not an old head

I am not a new head

I am just a Code Red, Code Red