Lil' red - D Smoke

Supa Good, yeah

Yeah

Mmh

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)

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

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)

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

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)

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

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 best