[Chorus] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Took that game to the head (Head) Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) Bookbag hang with a TEC (With a TEC) Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) Papi chained in the feds (Feds) Rocky, bang with the best (Best)
[Verse 1] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Ego big, lil' legs (Legs) Skinny kid with plenty friends Streets got him caught up in a lil' wet Lil' wine, lil' bread (Lil' bread) Communion with the bigheads (Heads) The OG's told him he the homie Sold him on the dream and gave him lil' cred Save your soul, lil' nigga Pave your own, lil' nigga He wasn't tryna hear that Time went on, a real killer Was born alone and real bitter Wasn't the one to get at Brrat, brrat, let it go like a merry-go-round Hit the ground as soon as a nigga hear that Then exit with finesse and skip the lecture Can't share space like the Knicks and Nets, the kid's the best
[Chorus] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Took that game to the head (Head) Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) Bookbag hang with a TEC (Ayy) Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) Papi chained in the feds (Feds) Rocky, bang with the best, uh (Yeah)
[Verse 2] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Sería mejor conocerle Vería dolor en las calles mai' y no tiene amor pa' no ser Ya se lo acostumbró, a monstruos, y no pudo bajar, tuvo sed Fuentes violentes, inocentes cayeron, en todos lugares el cohete trajeron Chinga a los que me griten y dicen que no debo vivir así, él dijo Miren a mí y me busca, no buscan sus propias vidas, mami, estoy listo Pa' cualquiera Y lo que será, será Pistolas en bocas de enemigos Dijo cállete el hocico, tritos
[Chorus] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Took that game to the head Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) Bookbag hang with a TEC (Yeah) Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) Papi chained in the feds (Feds) Rocky, bang with the best (Yeah)
[Verse 3] A lil' motherfucker with the will to kill Another real motherfucker, he peeled his shield And it never yielded, never been to Brazil, motherfucker Never seen the other side of the wheel, motherfucker (He got) Manipulated by the older generation Never gave a fuck about they integration Into a world where they had a label with patience He'd rather have them flames in his laces He'd rather make a name with the apes and Go real and go at his own pace, yeah Big barrel, ho, how that ho taste? Beat the case, call that nigga OJ Dinner for breakfast Enter the door that presented no exits Never explore but he built to endure so he still may connect it And come out with a lesson, for now he just Lil' Red
[Chorus] Lil' Red, Lil' Red Took that game to the head Cook that slang for the bread Bookbag hang with a TEC Lil' Red, Lil' Red Got three chains on his neck Papi chained in the feds Rocky, bang with the bestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
