Code Red

You know I love making an entrance
Even if I’m naked the freshest
Tongue sharp as a blade or a kitchen
Knife, razor-like, raising the bar with
These bars, barbecuing the rappers I mention
Not breaking the tension? I’m making it, stressing
S on my chest, to amazing I’m guessing, wasting my breath when
At these disses at k grade lyricists
Keep it hundred like I aced the test but I’m the professor in this game
You a freshman getting played
Beef fresh man so what’s at stake
Is you getting forreal grilled today
Won’t make up and conceal my ways
I Cut off those fake friends those loose ends
Had me tied up, amends won’t shoot in
The conversation, trust never grew with
This admiration for underdog
List back your favorite I’m going for
Aiming for what is on the top
Top dog since I first got top dog
Top Dawg entertainment talent ima stop y’all
I breath Hip hop, y’all flip — flopped rockstars
Rock the scene and I — paid my dues (I go In)
Rose from Phoenix these flames they grew (I know It)
Rows of People what I aim to do (I'm roaming)
Hold my dream and I stayed so true (A soldier)
Rock the scene and I — paid my dues (I go In)
Rose from Phoenix these — flames they grew
(I Know It)
Roam like my roots — the game best move (I'm Roman)
Caught my dream and I stayed so true (A soldier)
I’ve been hell and back — yuh
I just inhale the track — whoa
Beats go burned to ash — no
Remorse or turning back — yuh — x2
Gotta Venmo for the indo
Had to get dope for my kinfolk
Whiff dro while I spit flows
Set my shot like a pick and roll
Fuck a sick thought
Ima bounce had enough of those
Ima big dog
In this pound, on my shit though
If you’ve bit, clawed
Ima pounce like a pit, know
Lock jaw like your bitch on my dick, bro
If I ain’t on your top ten then your list broke
Bitching before you get old, ranting in the nursing home
Like Joe Budden, know the flow cutting
You’ll see ghosts coming I got blunt raps better roll with it
And Cold, running with your whole nothing
The Code bloody, call the fire squad
Need some cold water, they spoke nothing
Try to pull something, trying to flex and shit
Like your car run it, give it all homie
Better bet, b — Bets are all off
Like Bishop in Juice — gonna fall off
Like if Pac in Cuba — hits you call off
You can see the outcome
The day you put out one
Diss that hits is the day Jay Elec' puts out a damn album, know you can’t out
him
The game weighs on
It weighs on
It weighs on me
It weighs on
It weighs on
The games on me