The final single from the upcoming project "CHAMPION" 

Lyrics also on Rap Genius 

[Intro]

Trust self over everything else
Trust self, trust self
Over everything else
You know what I mean
You gotta get it on your own
Can't nobody get it for you
I'm in the Red uh

[Chorus]

I'm in the Red y'all
They in the rear uh (it's hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot)
They in the rear (it's hot)
I'm so far gone (I'm hot)
They in the rear (it's hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (it's hot)

[Verse 1]

Someone lit my John Wick fuse
Now fucking around I made some tunes
News flash to all of you
I been staying true
You know the motto
Now I’m excommunicado
No worries goodbye birdies
I’m hoping certainly for hurting
So fucking feelings and healings
As Nel making a killing I ain’t repenting
With ink I'm penning until it's printed
On pages - read the scripts while you listen
Hear what I’m dealin’
The realest, I gotta prove it
Could hear the pain in my music
Alone from the blueprint
Old records thru resurrection like Brewers
Art, painting pictures with thoughts
This a mural for walls
Won battles but the war was lost
Most are scarred barely made it alive
So it's Hennessy for the wounds
And all my niggas in tombs
Play the wrong game and lose
Ain’t nothing commas can’t do
In fact, you reap what you sow
Then karma will give you what’s due
Told you I’m a stay on the move
Made - my departure like a bed in the dark
With a lighter to spark, hit the door lit the corridor up
While making my way down it feel like dawn to dusk
Only trust self got keep on my side and lone wolf it
Lyrically keep cooking food for thoughts I’m pushing
Gourmet plates, gold entrees, Chef Ramsey
Some French shit from je m’appelle Nelwayne
He ain’t Bruce he more like Bane (hmm)
I’m just saying, this grown man shit
Let my nuts hang, adult’s acting like kids
And I’m not playing I got real plans
 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Ain't got time for drama
I wander - for things finer
Money, peace of mind
Sunshine and vagina
Most rappers get signed
For similar rhymes
My mind is mine and my lines is my lines
You ain’t the shit it’s too much crap in the John
Your tapes ain’t the bomb, nothing but a dud
Not armed, can’t blow
Ho you like a wind and a candle
No limit to what I can do, handle wax
I’m ample this the champ laying cats flat
Getting cash back, blow an eighth in a jet
Celebrate away from fakes in the iso I lay
It’s my resurrection, your doomsday
Oh for who am I to keep you awai-t-ing
For your special occasion with satan
Got that zen like patience as your death crept
You a agent caught in the matrix
Full of mad tricks on some fake shit
I’m advanced, you basic
Sit back crack a Millers
I play like Reggie for the Pacers
Ace in the hole statements
Heavyweight champion flow
These niggas is weightless
I paced it till i made placement
You should work pro bono
Your style no-no whoa
Thought that you could hang with Nel
Hell no, I ride beats filling a moat
Peasants attack thrones with stones
My Cannonball Adderley handle emcees
With mad degrees, masterpiece
Now go heat up the grease
I’m bout to feast stick the sword in a beast
Nothing least - Nothing far fetch
Storytellers got swept under the rug
Many niggas got left
You know my mic check
Taking niggas last breath
When I hit this mic and I step
I cause wreck

[Chorus]

[Outro]

The Red

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