CRIMSON ft. Jamar Rose

Couple of shots, I'ma send em straight through the ceiling

The boy never changing his colors, he never chameleon

But I'll tell you one thing, heading straight to a million

Had to shake off the snakes, they constricting of what I'm feeling

All white tee splatter with the blood of your dreams

Kinda like a Texas Massacre when I'm on the scene

Pop through your screens, nah, matter of fact I'm breaking them

Show up at your spot in a hearse, you'll know exactly where I'm taken them

Tell them they can never really go where I go

Tell them they can never really be who I am

Tell them they can never really know what I know