Redrum Video (MV)

Want it all I won't leave a breadcrumb
Mixin' Coke in with that Old Monk, drinkin' RedRum
180 milliliters in and we start to get numb
We'll start to give a f*ck about it around when death comes
Bitch, what? Nothin' thought a motherf*cker said somethin'
Rappin' like I got a set of motherf*ckin' spare lungs
Kobe in '06 with the motherf*ckin' and ones
Try to compete and you'll get your motherf*ckin' head hung
Chennai city bitch I'm from the 600
Ain't no f*ckin way today that you can witness a flow
Like this anymore when I press that record
I'm givin' back to back to back to back hits when I go
Ain't no practice back in action I don't miss imma score
Old fashioned with the ice not talkin' Christian Dior
Your favourite rapper cap on tracks you ridin' dick, I'm appalled
Put my fist to your jaw, worth the risk for reward
F*ck your clout and Gucci sweats
Get in the booth and give me some proof
And we'll check out who's music's best
You're not even close I'm doin' the most
And I really doubt that you impress
Don't give a damn bout nothin' but that
So shut your mouth or you'll get wrecked
Flexin' on tracks that's far from the facts
They really just drown in booze and debt
Stick with that shit, the time will come quick
Where you underground you'll soon be dead
Takin' 'em shots expandin' the plot like I'm talkin' bout a movie set
Kamikaze blue, I'm drinkin' 'em too not talkin' bout
Mountain Dew, you get it?
Don't do it for காசு reppin' மெட்ராஸ்
Bitch I'm as south as you can get
Knowing me is a flex
I'm at a level where going toe to toe with me is a threat
And as for my competition, you know they medium at best
Few years in the game, but I'll cut the throats of even the vets
You know I'm leavin' their necks
Cut open bleedin' to death
I wrote some genius lyrics yet these bitches sleepin' no less
They choke on e-cigarettes
I'm not the least bit impressed
Punchlines better than this? Those ain't been written yet
With every single track I'm f*ckin' nuking these rappers
I'm craving vengeance imma get into the stu' and start rappin'
And just to get up on my level I bet you need a ladder
Get me a beat and watch me go like them dudes in Atlanta
When I get on instrumentals I go nuclear at it
You cannot hold your ground against me you start losing your balance
I'm on a killing spree I might just murder you while I'm at it
You try to f*ck with me I'll put you f*ckin' crew into caskets bitch
Want it all I won't leave a breadcrumb
Mixin' Coke in with that Old Monk, drinkin' RedRum
180 milliliters in and we start to get numb
We'll start to give a f*ck about it around when death comes
They ask me, "Why you always drop so motherf*ckin' seldom?"
Waiting makes them patient, then it motherf*ckin' gets fun
Stay outta my lane bitch you're not motherf*ckin' welcome
G block, all we know is motherf*ckin' RedRum
RedRum RedRum RedRum RedRum
Turnin' all these little breadcrumbs to a hedge fund
Cookin' in the booth until the beat gets to well done
G block, all we know is motherf*ckin' RedRum.