RedEye to Paris

"'Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and
Commando and Cobra and Schwarzenegger
Coincidently is now the governor of
A state in America so where does the social
Responsibility fall for Hollywood? Na'mean
That's why, me, i try tell us that art is
A reflection of life i wants
The youth not to shoot and
Leave a song about it"

How can I only handle my
Business from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent
Smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded
Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro told me get mine
Oui oui, we in Paris
Skepta MC, architecture the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to infections when
I call to freaks
While this mind is matured I got
My green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie
I smack that green from your hands
My revival
Ye nah take me title cause me nah stifle
No man, no war, no rifle
Me day are in the ghetto
Sense it pon' me head stone
If I was a star, word to God I'd be Fredro
It's all fashion
I smokes good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a French name, expensive habit's
Tappin' out to chicken wings
From Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, it's organic

In Paris, got hotties, no molly just ganji
Stone like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold colored tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical message spray and beheaded
Get used to slayin'
They useful, they used to slaves
Zulu man use their great
The gruesomest truths
Hidden in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just shoot
To the stars and cave in the roof
Big timer for the majors it's proof
Skepta with the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, stay true
Gotta get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed who?
Victims of the blue gotta trust who
Money on my mind, what I've been through
All alone in this world with a issue
Sticking to the grime like a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna miss you
One wish, few blunts and a pistol
Frank White in a drop top we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop rap's official
Not hot, been told not official
Big shot, big plot my confession
Zombies worldwide, continental
Yo shawty on my wood wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we
Smokin' on that good good
Light one for my niggas who
Represent the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire
She light the wood dawg I just fuck her good
Yo shawty on my wood wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we
Smokin' on that good good
Light one for my niggas who
Represent the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire
She light the wood dawg I just fuck her good

Won't be known until I'm on and
Niggas hand me the throne
Physically been many places but
I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga nice as me then he must be a clone
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth
I had to give her a bone
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught
A Redeye to Paris
Eyes red from smokin' the hash
Ashy to classy, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it
Pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I trot that bitch
Like you know what the best is
You hardly bent, I'm Harvey Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you ain't a pimp
Your reign ain't shit
You put your faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims
My shit came with the rips my flow is sick
I spit more than a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch
Gyrating my hips like I'm ravishing Rick
I'm rather sick, aha feel my vibe
Catchin' my drift
I wore a rubber that night
So that cannot be my kid
Do as I say and get out
Follow my actions and live

I get love from the north and the west
Love from the south and the east
It's a zombie attack you bitches
We don't care about the police
I know you heard about the single
And you know about the album
That I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris
Taking pics with the girls
Outside on the streets
There will never be another like me
Rep my gang 'til I DIE
And I don't wanna get buried in a grave
Burn me and throw my ashes in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and Coke in the cup
And Pierre got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to
The roach and it burns my fingers
Watch the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit down
Any size, little rave or a big crowd
Somebody's gonna die here like Chris Brown
Picture me broke in the hood
On the run from the police, up to no good
Driving with no license, two packs
In the passenger seat, looking like Suge
Fuck that, I've gotta get paid I swear
I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been killing it for lots of years
Put money on my head
That's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard
Business man with no business card
Take a good look right now
The last time you see a rude
Boy like me spitting these bars

Yo shawty on my wood wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we
Smokin' on that good good
Light one for my niggas who
Represent the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire
She light the wood dawg I just fuck her good
Yo shawty on my wood wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we
Smokin' on that good good
Light one for my niggas who
Represent the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire
She light the wood dawg I just fuck her good