COMPOSITION III IN RED, WHITE, AND BLACK lyrics

[Intro]
Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!
I think something's wrong! Nah, it's okay

[Chorus]
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I be drunk walking steady
Off the alcohol and medi
I'm addicted to not thinking
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I don't think this n*gga ready
Why you talking like you is
And then you isn't, why you petty?

[Post-Chorus]
Let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me, let me, let me, let me

[Verse 1]
If I keep using like I'm choosing to
Then by the time I'm 50 you'll be losing, dude
I had to grow up, I had to humble myself
This body is not mine, it is the people came before me
And the moments make a story I'm ignoring
Why I'm bugging? I be tweaking, I be shrugging off the weekends
Reefer reeking, reaping everything I sow, cut up a leaf and seed it
Weakened, then I go proceed to blow
How you moving slow in the river? You gotta row, n*ggas hoes
[Non-Lyrical Vocals]

[Verse 2]
f*ck that sh*t, an impossible prick get
Beat the f*ck up outside his own show
By some black kids, attacked, "Why you saying n*gga, though?"
You ain't bring a trigger though, b*tch, wanna spread pain?
Been a lot of b*tches sickened by the way I'm in they brain
Seen you bought a f*cking ticket, fill my pockets, you insane, figures
Ain't a person here finna listen through the shame, n*ggas

[Chorus]
Off it, stomp through the profit
I might put your ideology in a coffin
f*ck the bullsh*t infecting your mind
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy

[Verse 3]
f*ck your color, f*ck a follower amount
What you about, n*gga? Shout if you tired of the clout
Like, "I am", wet 'em up, "I am" wet 'em up
"I hate everything you motherf*ckers stand for"
If I'm gonna die what the f*ck I collect bands for, n*gga?
For the children, own a building on some land
f*ck a Patek, f*ck a Rollie, I'm a faggot, I'm the man, n*gga, damn
Do a hand stand tanning in the sand 'cause I can
[Verse 4]
Highs and lows, I know a flow that might surprise you, though
I keep pain inside my body, gotta let him out
Scream 'til everything is tearing at the seams
They don't want none of that
f*ck n*gga talking out his butthole, for what tho?
Every person I know hella cutthroat
I'm rolling with a crutch, ho, but you the one disabled
Think Cain hated Abel? Lay his head on the table
Now you is just a fable, looking like a bagel

[Chorus]
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I be drunk walking steady
Off the alcohol and medi
I'm addicted to not thinking
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I don't think this n*gga ready
Why you talking like you is
And then you isn't, why you petty?

[Chorus]
Off it, stomp through the profit
I might put your ideology in a coffin
f*ck the bullsh*t infecting your mind
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy
High, see a Darkie fly thru the sky
Cry when a n*gga taking all my pie
[Outro]
Why, when my n*gga went inside?