Fosatchi - Bills Red lyrics

I said this murder game ain't funny Whiping blood off your money All to buy foams Im just that sneaker hungry Sike foams are dead Got the aqua 8s in my head Not those fruity foams My mother wears rainbow sh** like that to bed But then they ask me, why are the bills red? Ask the n***a i whacked instead There ain't no recession on the succession of the murder or rap game You gotta make your name and rhymes worth international fame But you still claim That all rap is the same We all got our own taste But i feel like a metaphorical squirrel returning to base Im talking about the rap game This must be a turtle race Ii said my bills are red But my blood is still blue Im not sugar coating nothing My rhymes are staying true Seeing n***as holding guns With their blood on my shoe I still got trust issues After that night When I had to see my brother die because of a knife Because a stupid little queer didn't have a good year So he ruined my life Even though he was an a**hole That fate wasn't right So you need to learn not to trust Cuz when you do you quickly run out of luck Don't judge me because i miss my brother I'm not gonna pretend I don't give a f** But when I spit these meaningful words, you'll never catch me stuck I'm not sharing my past anymore That's enough I won't get snuffed but I still won't show up Cuz pulling a Glock is the only way these f**boys feel tough