Call me blood thirsty corpuscles hungry i am devouring mc's and so they run
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
Is written in our souls, africa
Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga
He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,
I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama
Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child
I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
So call me red cos i beat elite fours
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