Flatline

[Intro: RedLine]
Yeah. Guess you guys don't know me very well. Maybe it's time I introduce myself

[Chorus: RedLine]
All of y'all about to Flatline (Flatline)
Only warning you this last time (last time)
These chicks came by and said hi (said hi)
Told 'em "Sup bitch, the name is RedLine"

[Verse 1: RedLine]
I'd like to show you who I am
Take a look right here, at my hand
Examine just one finger stands
Cause I don't fuck with anyone that ain't my fans
Y'all don't know me or what I've been through
So why the fuck would you tell me what I can do?
I'mma do what you think I can't do
Stay out my lane or get trampled, thank you
I don't think you wanna take your chances
Try to best me? Man just-
Stop what you're doing I don't care about a mansion
All these stupid ass bands and
Flexes could never beat a Charles Manson
On the mic which is where I like to take my stance and
Get ready for war, bow down to your Lord
Cause in this fight, there’s no damn end

[Chorus: RedLine]
All of y'all about to Flatline (Flatline)
Only warning you this last time (last time)
These chicks came by and said hi (said hi)
Told 'em "Sup bitch, the name is RedLine"
Only warning you this last time (last time)
Told 'em "Sup bitch, the name is RedLine"

[Verse 2: RedLine]
I'm going for utter destruction
And the ground beneath you will rupture
I'm boiling like an eruption
And I'mma make all of you suffer
The finish is imminent
You bitches ain't menacing
You finna be ended bitch
I'm another being like Tennyson
Oh now you're listening?
Y'all just say anything
To conceal your identity
I'mma reveal who you really be
Stainless steel to keep you fearing me
Mother fuckers better stay clear of me
I don't accuse you till you do it
Use you, shoot you, bruise, abuse you
Those cries for help are futile
I've got uses for these means or torture
And a noose too!
So like Em, you won't see me apologise
Cause I stem from doing anything that I like
Don't give a shit if you think that I slay the mic
Cause your taste sucks, and you didn't make these lines
You have no right to judge
Music you ain't write or touch
Don't care what you think but I've had enough
You want smoke but you ain't got the lungs
You think you're a critic but it's self acclaimed
Boy I must've missed it, cause it's such a shame
I'll stay in my lane, say what I wanna say
Put that dick back in your mouth instead of my name!

[Chorus: RedLine]
All of y'all about to Flatline (Flatline)
Only warning you this last time (last time)
These chicks came by and said hi (said hi)
Told 'em "Sup bitch, the name is RedLine"
All of y'all about to Flatline (Flatline)
Only warning you this last time (last time)
These chicks came by and said hi (said hi)
Told 'em "Sup bitch, the name is RedLine"

[Outro: RedLine]
I don't give a fuck, bitch!
I don't care about money, women, fame, gang shit, clout, you name it!
It's all useless
I'mma keep doing what I want
Y'all can try to tear me apart but it ain't gonna get you anywhere!
Not like you're gonna come at me anyways
Welcome to the album, bitch! Haha