RAINING RED

(альбом: FRIEND OR FOUX - 2019)

All this blood in the air, it's raining red
(You know what I'm saying? It's a war)
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
(It's a war in this world, you know what I'm saying?)
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
(Most importantly there's a war between you and you)
(You know what I'm saying? Yourself)
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
(We're at war with ourselves, you know what I'm saying?)
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red

I'm just a young boy going OG
I'm just paying my dues, I know nothing ain't free
My mummy had a demon, now she gotta face the priest
My daddy had a diva, don't talk to me cheap
You ain't from the jungle, you didn't grow up in the East
You're either Yxng Bane, J Hus or Me
And my parents immigrated, I can't fuck up the plan
One of us kids gotta run up the racks
Opened my phone, see this shit in Sudan
How could I not cry? I'm a African man
Then these niggas try to change up on me, they trans
Just met my pagan, he said he a fan
Just met my pagan, I told him it's up
In Lancey-the-muhfucking-Foux I trust
Bad bitch, she keep me second to none
She got a boyfriend but we still in love
I just been treating my girl like a gun
I go in deep inside then let her bust
Ain't no complaining, there's no need to fuss
You ain't got to change, you just need to adjust

All this blood in the air, it's been raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's been raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red

I seen this shit, I'm too psyched out
I live every day like I could die right now (Yeah)
Too paranoid, I smoke too much loud
And I been tryna stop, I just don't know how
Niggas ain't killers, but they'll kill you for clout
I'm just holding my corner, no screaming, no shouting
I wear my heart on my sleeve, not my mouth
If it ain't a move, what we talking about? Yeah
What we talking about?
Where were you when I had scores in my mouth? Yeah
What we talking about?
You ain't chaos, start walking it out (Yeah)
What we talking about?
I want the smoke, I ain't sorting it out
Live through the pain and the danger, it's gory
Blood in the air and it's raining, it's pouring, yeah

All this blood in the air, It's been raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red
All this blood in the air, it's raining red