red sky - slowed down

Red sky bleedin' from my eye Tides risin' up to new high I turn my back to the wind Slowly driftin' away I hear the night sing, "Welcome to your new-" Welcome to your new It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit You say, "We opps," but you stay on my dick My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?" Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch Fuck your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit I play it cool and hand brodie the blick Blick out your stu' just to show you I'm rich Now, you can't drop no new music 'cause shit How you jump right on that song and then snitch? Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch Say the wrong thing and get put on that list This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss Better thank me that your ass still exist 'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists Draco brown, like a Hershey Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss Hang out the window and wave at his bitch Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin') Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin') One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin') Before that's done, it's waking Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin Speak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in Send you to heaven, they kill you again We killed his buddy, he buckin' again If they revive 'em, we bust him again Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in I got in trouble for tellin' on friends Rip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me Bury the K and it still shoot rusty Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty All my exes still wanna fuck me Eliantte on me, this is not lucky Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky Remember when pops used to front me When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip Ain't no way you could punch me You ain't really gang, you a flunkie Send your ass to the store like your aunty, pussy Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin') Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin') One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin') Before that's done, it's waking This is really happening Is this is really happening?