up man! [echoes] Fuck all the rap talk nigga! [echoes] Catch me at the motherfuckin' red, I'm on a "Green Carpet" nigga... [echoes] Cause I'm a take one
don't stink Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor Everybody watch the red carpet entrance
I'm like nothin' to you dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' jump in the Isuzu and cruise blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots nigga loose
addicted to watches Mama tellin me stop it Got 1 over 50 And keep 50 in my pocket Limousines for the don ima three as the charme Flee red carpet chillin
on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet And it better be red And it better be long As the troubles in my head Gonna be living' one foot in the grave
a gothic romance Crepuscularia agony in red minor Crepuscularia set the sky on fire Crepuscularia agony in red minor Crepuscularia black curtain drops Venetian red
on that bullshit man straight up man fuck all the rap talk nigga you won't catch me at the motherfuckin red I'm on a green carpet nigga
a grave in silence with hats bowed down in grace A simple wooden cross, It had no epitaph engraved (it had no) It had no epitaph engraved. Come roll out the red carpet
'm like nothin' to you dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' jump in the Isuzu and cruise blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots nigga loose
desperate They're following every step They'll keep you company into your grave Stop and waving at people while you're cruising down the red carpets
the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long cos the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
gothic romance Crepuscularia agony in red minor Crepuscularia set the sky on fire Crepuscularia agony in red minor Crepuscularia black curtain drops Venetian red