Red & Gold - Blu, Prodigy, Phil the Agony

Yeah, grown up thug shit, I fell in love with

Crime at a young age, I was into dark shit

So much pain, I didn’t fear anything

Destined to be a king, word to everything

The infamous lil nigga from the island, Hempstead get dough and get violent

Shoutout to terrace, park side, the shacks in Martin Luther King Drive

Dusty lil hood niggas love my raps, they identify with me, they can relate to

that

Big gin gallon, lil black strap, put you to sleep real quick, lil cat nap

You wake up in a few months, now how that happen?

Dummy motherfucker got his dome

Damn, it was a wrap with the window cracked

The jakes thought it was the crack in the lac, he had the sister crack

Was on my D and let the sisters pass, was on my G, the Capri 83s with the

mirror match

I never banged Crip til I hang with Crips, you lucky I ain’t had a eight on my

hip

You seen days when you seen K’s, was on gauge thinking I ain’t seen a gauge,

turn the gauge to the ink pen

88 she sat on the plates, told her I was 83 bagged the whole race

Gold chains on my chest, you need a vest just to be the best

I’m from the West where the realest rest, and the sun sets

The sun woke up to the bump, with the blunt wet

Thirty minutes after the hour, for the ones fetched

It was a Sunday when I did the album and got my first Jesus piece from my uncle

Calvin

Cause I’m a

Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and

Where each time bad bitch chase the car

Mandatory too far for a drop out in the Golden State and I was clocking

everyday like it was just for play

Product of the government’s foul play, a eighties kid and it was twice the trip

cause back then it was mainly Crips

We’re fashionably su-wooping with a of conscience

Impressionably my eyes wide through the nonsense, switch hit no homo

Lil nigga wanted nothing more than to come home with a trophy after winning the

car show

Not too many managed to avoid the gathletes, but it’s no deterring once a young

lad turned savage

Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, cause on the average once he 14

He damu and grabs him a package

He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork stab a devil demon

I seen him, Pro-activis promethazine leaning

Dreaming with the sun out, death threats I pull my gun out, your best bet is to

run out

What you talkin' bout?

I air em out like tires

Apply pressure with a pair of pliers, sing em like Jeremiah

Esquire swagging in a G wagon bragging bout, toe-tagging

Blowing fire out a dragon mouth, down south or back east, they say out west you

a beast

Call me in the morning take two of these, blue and greens by any means

You a fiend, shoot him up with music like New Orleans, talking that patois

mardi gras

Hardy har, you don’t go nowhere without your bodyguard Gang Starr

Party hard, started off on Crescent Heights boulevard, finished it

All my niggas guilty slash innocent