Crimson

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
Tell thеm they can never rеally go where I go
Tell them they can never really be who I am
Tell them they can never really know what I know
They can never really go where I go

[Verse 2: Jamar Rose]
Inadequate sounds coming from your direction
Thought that you was working on your pen, you ain't learn your lesson
Smoke clouds coming out the booth when I finish my session
Blam hit your nose, then bam, instant color correction
Purple haze, black Glock turn the block to Crimson
Over anyone thinking that Twitter fingers messing up my mission
Think you inside of my head, nah, you inside my mentions
Focus on fucking up the galaxy and switching dimensions

[Verse 3: Callon B]
Don't blink or you miss it, god speed, now I'm skipping
Time isn't resistant when my will is resilient
We living by the code and this the encryption
Listen, it's still that Junk, but it's Crimson, you gotta feel it?
Rumbleworld on the map, Underworld got your back
Yeah, and on top of that we all finna cop a bag
Easy one, you all finna see me up, this league of Academia
Eat em up like a sleeve of Reece cup, uh

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
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
They can never really go where I go

[Verse 4: Callon B]
You'll never top these flows or stop the growths
B and concrete Rose and that's all she wrote
Ain't no one ill as me, grab the antihistamines
Witness me kill the beat and I'ma get ahead like a guillotine
Spill the beans, who you tryna flex on
You ain't in your right mind, matter fact you dead wrong
Boy, I put ten toes down like I'm in bed rock
I got hits stacked while you stressed over your next song

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
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
They can never really go where I go