Red Kool Aid

[Intro]

Yea
Yea
I always wondered if I kept it too real, would they judge me for it
Or would they love me for it, but then again I really don't give no fuck, like, yea, look

[Verse 1]

Look me in my eyes what you see is a savage
Trynna live my best life, but I told all the [?]
You be hatin' on the kid, dead homies is tragic
Bitches wanna see me fall when I treated the [?]
It's groundbreaking
Pulled a Choppa, now the ground shaking
He was talkin' to the pigs, I just call it foul playing
And if I know one thing, I'm certain the mom's love me
I'm sorry if I ever made you look at me different
She try to put me in position, but I didn't listen
Cause I was hangin' with them airheads, the wig splitters
You tell me put the lean down, but I keep sippin'
Never told me stop stunnin' so I'm still drippin'
As far as pops go, thank him for everything
It finally felt official when you gave moms a wedding ring
I know nobody's perfect, but still a good example
How to stand on your own, and never run from no battles
Even at times that I knew we were struggling
It gave me confidence still seeing y'all hustlin'
An only fuck with fam, never fuckin' with these suckas
Always being there for me, let the team know you love us
You my real pops, the other nigga a dead beat
I stay away from that, like soda and red meat
I came from the gutter, a solid mother fucker
Any nigga talkin' down, say it clear, don't stutter, uh

[Chorus]

Back to the streets, can't go back to the streets
Hit swerve, Gotti lying when I'm ever in some beef
Turn that little beef to a full plate of quiche
Red kool-aid, how these pussy niggas sweet
Back to the streets, I was really in the streets
Yea, It's all fun and games, till you on that level three
Grind or go broke is what I really noticed
Stayin' down for the count, an never lose focus

[Verse 2]

Understand, I put us in position for the fam
Couldn't never take the stand, how they did my brother man
I'm in lucky strike with it, how I'm out the gutter man
An even when I got licked, I was never sucka man
Watch baby boy seven, an I understood
Cause the brother one of them, gon lead you out the hood
I had the plug on the drank and it's a fuckin flood
Till I start sippin' drank, now that's my mud
Couldn't give her one time, not a single fuck
Disrespectin' ain't for nun, now you out of luck
We at wind, get it in, I'm finna bust a nut
[?] in my soda, niggas sippin' cut, huh
Show you how to stunt, [?] now I show you how I never punt
Smokin' killa to the face, I don't fuck with blunts
OG up in this rock, cause I don't fuck with runts

[Outro]

Back to the streets, I was really in the streets
Hit swerve, Gotti lying when I'm ever in some beef
Turn that little beef into a full plate of quiche
Red kool-aid, how these pussy niggas sweet
Back to the streets, can't go back to the streets
Yea, It's all fun and games, till you on that level three
Grind or go broke is what I really noticed
Stayin' down for the count, an never lose focus, uh