Red Eyes (feat. Banta)
3-15

//Chorus// (3-15)
//Blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high

Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.//

1st Verse: (3-15)
Lookin' at my watch, I know it's time to kill it;
Should I do double time or keep it slow?/
I'm seekin' out a blondie cause I need a ho./
Need a dope spitta -I heed to feed ya hope./
I'm indeed a pro./
Google my lyrics, you better read it slow./
It's such an easy flow./
Take some notes and holla at me when you've mastered scattered patterns
With your literature and if you need some help,/
I'll be onstage killin' the beat./
Tryna make every bar as ill as can be./
I hate the struggle, but I'm still an emcee./
The crowd cold and silent so I'm bringin' the heat./
I might have a fine verse, but it's still a disease./
You wanna be the best but couldn't fill in the seat./
Lyrics epic, hectic epidemic thrill of the week./
I wanna rap 'til my releases make buzz like oil done spilled in the sea./
N***a mad cause his bitch lovin' her face held against my pillows and sheets./
Must've been the way I fell in her deep both occasions that I'd give her the D./
I'm just keepin' busy from beatin' my meat./
I'm a hero, but I got a villain beneath./
Upgrade my life so I may live in a suite./
It's okay -circle 'round ; I know y'all feel me a heap./
Fifteen wit his green -just stealin' the scene,/
And I'm a, I'm a problem for you fuckas if you say nine plus ten is twenty-one./
Grams of that herb like just like the singles in my wallet and my white girls -I got plenty some./
I take a flow and I chop it; smokin' 'til I'm coughin'./
I'm simply a rap prophet, so battle me; get ya coffin./
So much rappin' -it is nonstop./
Sparkin' up my ganja./
We all know the mantra./
Forgive me- I'm flossin' like Sinatra./
Habit of havin' bunch of Hufflepuff blonde cunts with bubble-butts for my anaconda./
My misconduct,/
Is trippin' cause I construct,/
Internal internals with verbal inferno so nobody matches my raw stunt/
If I'm firin', you better run run, dumb dumb -because I'm on some,/
Pills that I chugged with Modelo and Loko/
Buzz got me slurrin' like some hell of a slowpoke/
Keep a steady tongue as much as I can when I'm spittin', but my view distorted on the sides like a Go-Pro/
When it comes to rappin', you just a social local with a slow role mojo/
Meanwhile, there's me wit' a mind of a mogul destined to be global
I'm like Yugi Moto/
If we had to duel, I'd be there and we'd have a no-show/
Weed stanky like a hobo; Snap a photo/
Don't join the circle if you're spittin' writtens -that's a low blow
Don't show up if you have no dro or no hoes, if we're chillin' at my dojo/
I want three girls from the same team for my Mojo Jojo/
Yo, bro, I'm oh so, mafioso. Oh, whoa/
She drop it so low -up; down like a yo-yo/ (whoa, bro.)
A girlfriend means one, but I want a freaky duo so I show up solo/
You're funny askin' me to spit, thinkin' that I'm gon' choke
And then you're the one dozin' in a chokehold/
I think it's 'bout time I pass it off/
I need another hit to be blastin' off/
Rollin' up a J; yeah, I mastered Raws/
Pardon me, I have to cough/

//Chorus// (Banta)
//Blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high

Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.//

2nd Verse: (Banta)
You couldn't stop me if you tried./
My circuits have heated up now I feel online./
Checking my watch every second cause I feel my time./
The clock is ticking towards the end of this if I feel you tryna,/
Second guess and then belittle me./
Literally I been a beast./
I'm finna eat./
I'm looking for some MCs to replenish me./
So many plenty -yeah, that's the recipe./
Rappers getting hit with the R.I.P's but then don't rest in peace./
Yeah, the teamwork make the dream work,/
But I could turn your fucking face into a t-shirt./
Catch me at the party I be turnt./
We just drinking and smoking and bumping PBR and Reefer./
Do your research./
But I don't give a fuck what you say./
Other rappers are getting hung like Saddam Hussein./
I made my home inside of the music so that's where I'll stay./
I skate around a rink of thin ice with no penalty./
Don't put not pen on me, cause I'm feeling too lit./
No time for excuses like tulips, it's proven./
Who the fuck is you fooling?/
With your foolishness, usually useful for using me -never again./
When I get on my session, I stay unimpressed with these rappers;
Gonna tell 'em all rest in piss./
When they ask if I'm dope, I don't tell 'em;
Not jellin' -not trippin' I show 'em it's too obvious./
This shit I'm smoking got me feeling like I'm on one./
Had to ask around for fucks cause I ain't got none./
A hippie smoking mad weed like Mod Sun./
Probably only if my competition got some,/
Sort of problem chopping like a horror flick./
More than sore to be in horrorcore distorting with,/
The fire thats hotter than daddy bear's porridge is./
Trees smoke like a fire in the middle of a forest in,/
80 degrees above decent,/
But if you'd please remain seated and stay recent./
Shaking the game until the fucking weak ceases,/
And givin a weak mc's sheet seizures./
Believe me like Autumn you'll leaf in pieces./
I'm a fucking lyrical genius./
Huffin' and puffin 'til I got you tweakin'./
I'm out of this world like I was born on Venus./
Straight shot dope like I was intravenous./

//Chorus// (Banta & 3-15)
//Blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high

Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high
So strong you can smell it outside
Windows rolled up in my ride
Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.//