"Red Dot"
[Verse One: {Baby Shel}]
They say the sky's the limit
I say why set limitations
I'm on some other sh**
Debunking all who imitating
Bring their bullsh** to the light
Get the right information
Now do it all from the start
And see if you f**ers make it
I stuff the k**er in the cigarillo
Up in the whip smoke all the block
If I roll down the window
It's hard to tell who's real
Cause people in the game pretend yo
I don't pay attention to them
That's just how I do them
Your ego, reputation
And your confedance will get ruined
Don't step up to the plate
If you ain't ready for improvement
I'm here to prove myself
While I am steadily pursuing
My whole entire bucket list
So watch me while I do it
I plot and plan to damage
State the code go by the blueprint
I'm here to co*k a minds
And rock your spines with all these music
Red dot up on your head
Better hope that hammer jam
Shoot down at they feet
Make these p**ys do the hammer dance
Listen to my sh**
And you might just need an ambulance
We on a different level
So you never stand a chance
[Chorus:]
It must be the music
That got us thinking real sh**
Rap addicts coming at us for a real hit
Fake mother f**ers fronting
Like they real slick
Red dot up on they head
If they don't feel this
It must be the music
That got us thinking real sh**
Spaze out up on the track
And hit the k**switch
Imma do this music sh** till I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my head
[Verse Two: {Big MoBerg}]
I got a prediction
Anyone taking the time to listen
Can catch an addiction
I'm sick with no prescription
Don't need no permission no
And I don't listen to b**hin'
I stay consistent
Never quit I'm too persistent
Alot of pretend friends
Will turn into alot of foes
I got a goal and hope it
Turns into a pot of gold
And if it don't then oh well
What I do next I won't tell
Imma ball like Baby Shel
After he get his cobell
I'm not about what they be pursuing
Keep doing what I be doing
Focusing on this music
Me and you ain't congruent
What you thought I was stupid
Imma create a movement
No matter what haters doing
Nah f** all that camouflage
Plotting on the sabotage
I see through that frasode
And how you acting fraud
That ain't a man that's a broad
And me and Shel up on the mic
Is lightning striking twice
Like the hand of God
[Chorus:]
It must be the music
That got us thinking real sh**
Rap addicts coming at us for a real hit
Fake mother f**ers fronting
Like they real slick
Red dot up on they head
If they don't feel this
It must be the music
That got us thinking real sh**
Spaze out up on the track
And hit the k**switch
Imma do this music sh** till I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my head