Red movement Lyrics

People in my head, but I am a sergeant No, I cannot plead to God, this shit is go

get darker People in my head, they tryna get me, turn

me to a martyr I cannot go MIA, I gotta take this far

And when I get rich, I'ma take my momma and my father

These niggas don't like how we move, and we just go keep on marching

Yeah, this the endgame, this the finals of my roster

See what type of guns they got, we go get a bigger chopper

We gon' move to ATL, it ain't nobody that can stop us

Beefing with my own brothers, bitch, I got bigger problems

When I had dreams of getting rich, I never visioned monsters

Everybody hate Jay, bitch, I'm just a trending topic

I could put this on my dead, I'm just tryna get some papers

Bitch, I'm tryna get rich right now, I'ma see you later

I always been a leader, bitch, you know I'm an originator

And when I'm rich, they go slide back like some fuckin' skaters

Coming in my head , I know a lot of these niggas want me dead

Bum-ass niggas tryna take my bread

Think he wild cause he got those, we take them dreads

Aww you dick riding him, we gon' face your men

Swear to God, I'll kill you, add a K to the clan

Demon eyes, see my eyes, shedding red

Bro, Jay, hear what? You wanna die, say it again

Hey, man, I got different styles, I be rapping in advance

Jay, you know you rich as fuck, you just be rapping up these bands

Bitch, I never said I don't wanna rap no more

Your man's got drop for all, that cappin', don't cap no more

Pull up to where they kinda broke to pull up to my shows

Get a bag time, all my brothers get up in that mode

Jay, Dey dissin you I'm supposed to give a shit

They pillow talking to hoes, meanwhile I'm out here getting rich

I'm 13 and the most having, nigga, I'm the kid

They know that I'm the hardest out, they tryna listen to they man's

Bitch, stop texting me, nigga, we not friends

I am not you, niggas, bitch, I stand on what I said

Bitch, what you say to me

How the fuck they post a match with me, can't even catch a G

Can't even touch the G's

Me and DJ was all alone up on F&E

Bitch, you gon' need another plan, you can't step on me

Hit him in his ribs and slow him down, make sure he can't see

Why the fuck y'all never let me know when it's really beef

I'ma make it in this rap game for the dead and team

Sudder I need help and ain't nobody helping

You cannot dodge them bullets, they, just go keep on coming