Red x gang

Verse 1:
I wake up at night
Remembering the kids I used to beat
In return feel like I should be dead
With a bullet in the head remember
When you could never claim a set
Now it’s blood and crip this
Or gd and other rituals
Fux the visuals
I went from robbing corner stores
Running up on kids
To working a job
And aging with a kid
I was tucked in tight with Chris
Bragging and bracking backwards
Cap dark star shoes whilst busting bottles
Chris was a rapist
Immature af and showed me shit I ain’t wanna see
This traumatized me
Feel like I should be in a Baptist
Church praying to god
Soft headed retard thinks he’s hard
Blick blick when you find out he’s not
Shit man Chris died at the age of thirty two
Talking bloody and shit blamed it on
Mental health and shit
Never liked the dummy
But this shit still turns my tummy
See I’m a bitch but I ain’t a pussy
Wanna feel something I make you feel
Unlucky luckily I ain’t going down as
Chucky
Used to deal opium and weed
Stopped all that age nine started
Hanging with dad more drinking wine

Hook:
Blick Blick return of the bop x 2

Verse 2:
Freestyles we’re cool unless
You were a tool gangbanging and
Slanging was all you needed to bool
I was stuck up in my head
People wanted me as a leader of ops
Not to be some sick kid
I was a bop no capo
I was ready to drop no cap yo
Y’all think you know
You don’t really know
See it’s easy when cops don’t go after
Kids it’s easy when cops go after skids
Or maybe it’s just me
We used to Rob daily
You still can today grab and go
That’s all Chris used to say
Don’t know not much bout his family
To this day
Rip red x gang homies were playing and
Claiming crip whilst we was blood
Trying to study drip
Be careful in Burnaby and sapperton dogs

Hook:
Blick Blick return of the bop x 2