Sour Grapes

[Intro: Rediroc]

[Verse 1: Rediroc]
Gold plate like first place in the Olympics
Everything about me says "Dope", it's Redi baby
Criminal mind, the epitome of crack dealing
Bitch, I'm bout my business like I'm prop Joe
Bring it where my block at, my youngin's attitude is less havoc
All he care about is catching wreck and getting tatted
Watch your body cuz they coming out random
Don't trap in front of the store cuz Papi got cameras
My "WAM" thick like Jasmine from Atlanta
Me and (?) tossing singles for the dancers
Connect with G's like my Gucci belt
She said my style make her pussy melt
You niggas' softer than a pink clit, I'm on some Pink bottle Ace shit
With pink fishes in my fish tank
Big bank, Ciroc shots and bong hits
Inhaling Sour Grapes, this the life we belong in
So, come and take a dance with the wolves
Where we bite with shark teeth and turn the sheep into wool
The streets made us violent, we at the table mobbing
Down Frisco's, eating on Steak and Scallops
Suck a nigga dick like she Jada Fire
Short cut like Eva Pigford, good heart mixed with cruel intentions
I'm a kitchen chemist, tryna pull in a cool million
Yeah, diamonds from (?) and some flat top frames
It's the back block gang who let black Glocks bang
Specialize in that crack rock slang, tryna money maximize
I can see his mind frame
Young terriost, AK carriers, no picks means no remorse
Of who we're burying
My army Gun still standing, we the Gun up in the Pool handle
We go full throttle. We take it to the max, medical marijuana
I'm on a level higher. I'm a moon walker, Red Balenciagas
Feed them bitches molly's
Like "take 2 of these and call me in the morning"
A wise man learns from his mistakes, the oils get it running
But the money's in the bank
I sold weight cuz my daughter's need a plate, in this concrete Jungle, I'm an ape
Redi