Bruce Wayne - Red Eyes lyrics

[Hook: x2] Yeah this blue dream Got my eyes red And anybody looking for a hand out Will get their palms read [Verse 1] I'm just bending corners in this Impala Might throw some blades on it so they know I'm a balla I know you heard my drive is crazy You can't see inside our ride the view's hazy Young trip I'm a king pen Moving dope with this ink pen Might just drop this sh** and then we'll see what they think then Gucci belt round my forehead like a headban Trippy squad in this b**h and we like the Taliban They say that your clique is hot but I wouldn't know You could pull up and prove it but you wouldn't show There seems to be a bias towards people seen by us I've got the gold touch you can call me king mitus I don't f** with that codeine I'm too pristine no promethazine for this king They ask how often I do this sh** and i tell em frequently If you wanna talk sh** about me you better get on my frequency [Hook: x2] [Verse 2:] As the world keeps turning Ima keep it burning I'm making movies call me trippy Tarantino Yeah we know that you bring that sack everywhere you go Instagram rappers out here begging for a like faking all their followers While there whole clique is a bunch of imposters f** the other side I don't hear ya hate Drop a diss track it'll be too late Got a couple girls in the back of my grand am Can't even see the front seat I can the future and it look just like me All these rappers just wanna fight me I think they like me they wanna confront me Got a bad redone something like a Kardashian Hit it then quit it then I'm in my car dashing All of this money I be stashing diving head first in it you know ya boy be splashing [Hook: x2]