Redd Tha Artist - Blast Back Lyrics

I blast that shyt back if you blasting
I dont play with guns aint no stage so no acting
I'm all about work aint no work so its action
I'm tryna ball like that boxing brand everlasting
Or knockout a nigga thats talking what bracking
I kan turn a dream to a nightmare yea thats tragik
Them niggas fake so I fold em like paper
They dont step to me kuz aint nothing gone save an
Demon horns sharper than the teeth of a saber
Like I sold my soul and I didnt go major
Kuz stupid people will do anything for the paper
I hustle for the loot I aint neva been a taker
Bitch if I die Ima rise undertaker
I ain't aim when I shot so the bullet just grazed him
But he still fell out like he was going the savior
Had a heart attack yea he gone need a doctor
Member he was like Redd you a bitch Ima pop ya
Now when he see me he be acting all proper
But still be talking to his people like I'm an imposter
I dont have to kill him kuz my girl karma got him
I dont need it, I'm petty, so yea I want every dollar
My dusty still phresh so yea I pop my kollar
Niggas switch up like they got their own toggle
I love both my parents yea my mother and father
Grew around gang shyt gang shyt a whole lotta
Talkin like the flow yours well you watched me adopt it
Funny kuz I kame from the hood I'm your doxtor
Not stopping til my daily budget 4 meals of lobster

I blast that shyt back if you blastin
If you blasting
I blast

Alreddy sinning when I wake up kuz its murder on my mind
Gotta kill out diseases by eliminating the swine
And any nigga in my way while I be up on my plumb
Only one that's gone get me if I aint reddy, father time
Bad trips last forever 12 hours at a time
Don't believe your eyes a nickel and a penny not a dime
Dont believe your thinking if they done put it up on your mind
I kan pop out but really I'm too old for the slide
Plus I f*ck with karma she kinda like god always on time
I move at gods speed not mine
You say you godly stop lying
Oh, you poppin pills you really a white head without lines
But that aint why your thinkings konfined
And they kall me krazy bitxh I'm fine but still on borderline
Why, kuz it really aint no help in the pine
But me I'm blessed kuz I was born with a spirit damned and divine
Damned enough to see the pain but blessed to heal with my eyes
When I'm writing and drawing I have no thoughts empty inside
Got a young negus thinking who is the host of hos mind
I know that I aint stated yet they thinking I fell from my prime
But even if I died I would still rise like Frankenstein