[Intro]
Red Beam call that neon
Flip the script watch em re-runs
You mad I got heat on
Shit you could get ya freeze on
Damn, they done made me feel invincible
Trap turn this bitch up
Emotional ass n***as man
All these n***as in they motherfucking feelings man

[Hook]
It's a murder scene I guess he shouldn't have popped out
Brett Farve, I bet these bullets hard now
Feds watching, man they tryna touchdown
These n***as bitches, watch how they get gunned down
I swear I'm tried of these peons
I guess they used to run them re-runs
You mad just go breathe on
Shit, just don't take it personal

[Verse 1: SD]
Red Beam call that neon
Flip the script watch em re-runs
You mad I got heat on
Shit you could get ya freeze on
Half ass workers, you get me [?]
Boss made, damn I got my feet up
True toed I've been out the meter
Paper routes, still won't find my way home
Glock 17 boy you won't see long
Self made I know that they don't see though
Dead presidents, but I'm that hero
Trap play me, say I'm like torpedoes

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SD]
Thinking back, full of shit
Stop it I'm just into it
Thinking 'bout the next n***a move, that's why you losing it
Got guwap in the stash thats the past, I was fooling
Got choices what you choosing then?
[?]
Money to be made I got my [?] on
Power stroke, she feel me I'm beneath her
A lot of n***as talk, they come with re-runs
Tight shift, I hope you brought your leons
Mr. Knock It Off, I knock you off hope ain't no reason
A lot of dead bodies, that's what he on
Paper soldier, get ya ass drew on
Don't take this personal, might find a reason

[Hook]