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Blood Red Shoes This Is Not For You

want you to think I do these things I do because of you Walked in circles, held in breath Stumbled back into this mess Are you listening? Are you watching out for

tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it,

's throwback jersey You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha? You makin' me hafta talk this way You forcin' me to walk this way Maybe my album will get bought this

palette" Blunt or a chalice, Red is the Wildest I'm on some new shh, you on my old shh You just confused it Doc is the boss here, nobody move now Method

profanity is all I knew And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to You're better off callin' D-Nice

Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with

rules All white shoes with red strings for all my crews That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews All your dreams and aspirations, This is the affirmation that you

Open your mind we got something for you and you and you [Chorus] [Eightball] MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night Not

take you out this world like you was born nigga Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right [Jay-Z] Since you