FU*n*K JAM 9000 ft. R.E.D. & GOBLIN Lyrics

Yeah you know you down with it

My whole clique be passing it

Bitches on the floor thirsty

Open mouth's

Be lapping it

Dabbin in the studio like

Yo what's happening

And the crowd be clapping with the

Words that I say like magic

So strategic with a pen

I'm the maverick

Surfin to my destination

Where these hoes be salivating

And your cronies masturbating

To my pics like Katelynn

On a casting couch

Then I'm casting lighting

Like I'm Rayden and Picasso

Are you imagining the painting

While my flow be lane changing

Like a changling in a strip club

Full of aliens

Making pyramids

You wish you knew my scheme

But it's only been a dream since 14

Forbes magazine in between

The columns for your mom

And the skinny teens

Wishin they had Lamborghinis

I'll write them in my effigy

Can't hit my Wikileaks

Without seeing that they doubted me

Now its all R.E.D

Take a couple lines

Get it all on video

Rolling up a blunt

Whatchu taking my picture for

Molly in my cup man I

Prolly gonna overdose

Again with my friends

Spend another day on the porch

Habits that I made and

Relationships that I broke

I'm finna collect my gold and be a winner

Giving the excess to death as my toll

I'm a slave till the end

I predict what's next

Yeah my scenes rot

I'm Enoch in the flesh

I'm blessed

Turn all the lights off

Rip off the nightgown

Making a mess

Relieving the stress

Wish I was back in

The days of my past

Having a blast

Rolling on tech

Praying for death

Shit doesn't last

When you destined For wealth

The pain Make you glad

It's all that I've had

It's all that I've had

Just another Yung dead punk

With some broken bones

Bunch a crooked teeth

And a couple dead chromosomes

Pocket full smoke I'm a ghost

No where to go

Talking to the voices in my head

Feeling so alone

Hold me still This is my will

I'll show you what it's Like in hell

I bet its swell

I'm feelin well

But whats it like

Where dark ones dwell

Just hangin with the homies

RED and Unknown

Goin gung-ho

Yo whats up bro

I'm just chillin in the back

Thinking bout my blunders

I'm a gunner

Not a lover

Run for cover

Bitch I'm roundin

Up my numbers

Making food just like my mothers

I'm the guy that makes you wonder What It's like to feel down under

Makin moves with shadow cover

Just Pull me to the edge

I will fuckin dread

All these fuckin feelings

Swirling in my head

Cant explain it layin in my bed and Seeing all in red

Seeing all in red

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