Redrum Lyrics

My head gone it's been on the road

My paw paw sick what the fuck i done done

Five in the icu goddamnit i'm done

I'm smoking on ounces keep some in my lungs

I'm not a gangsta but i keep a gun

My nigga a soldier i give em a month

Whenever i'm down I spark up a blunt

My head gone it's been on the road

My paw paw sick what the fuck i done done

Five in the icu goddamnit i'm done

I'm smoking on ounces keep some in my lungs

I'm not a gangsta but i keep a gun

My nigga a soldier i give em a month

Whenever i'm down I spark up a blunt

Had a nurse in the chi told her bring me some runts

If blood been shed somebody getting killed

Only talk on the mic cause who really cares

All the shit that we did why the fuck would i tell

Ian got no kids so ion care bout a cell

Been kicking it lately with that nigga rell

He solid as rock so i know he won't tell

Watch how we rock out they gone say we evil

Smoking on gas with a cup and a perc

Salute to them niggas who putting in work

Five in a room with no heater we made us a pallet

I was twelve popping percs

Them Bootleggers had what i wanted

That Paul Mason was quenching a young nigga thirst

Traffic get heavy it felt like a scene off of belly

It's none but the third and the first

Bad kid ran the street in a beater

Ian know bout a glock

Revolver was on me i couldn't wait to pop

At the time i wasn't fucking school

Momma kicked me out I couldn't follow rules

But seeing me now i'm glad she moved

I would've been dead and prolly on the news

Ian never dogged out a nigga I helped

I put on them stripes in the game i'm the ref

My head gone it's been on the road

My paw paw sick what the fuck i done done

Five in the icu goddamnit i'm done

I'm smoking on ounces keep some in my lungs

I'm not a gangsta but i keep a gun

My nigga a soldier i give em a month

Whenever i'm down I spark up a blunt

My head gone it's been on the road

My paw paw sick what the fuck i done done

Five in the icu goddamnit i'm done

I'm smoking on ounces keep some in my lungs

I'm not a gangsta but i keep a gun

My nigga a soldier i give em a month

Whenever i'm down I spark up a blunt

Young nigga

Hot head

Had all the hoes

One of em was grown

When i call the bitch she pick up the bros

Momma didn't like her she say she was nasty

I was only twelve she was twenty one

Fucking the hoe and sheen ask for none

But when i got older it fucked with me some

I'm angry inside dreaming bout redrum