Red Rolls white ceiling
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I ain't a dead President but I
love millions
They
like “
Game, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’
s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I ain't seen it in years
Still survive
like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than niggas at the Rucker