Red Dot

Yeah, think they gonna use me Why did God have to chose me? That's how I feel sometimes Swear they all wanna lose me Swear my life is a highlight reel Swear my life is a movie Red dot on my forehead Put that all on the new me

Yeah I'm too late Y'all taking shit too far Had to drive back in a cab Out the window I was looking for a new car Looking for a new life Looking out a new lens Looking for a new me Looking for a new Ben, huh

Looking for a new Benz, yeah The red dot it killls me The red dot it heals me I think I need new friends Like that ain't the real me Swear that ain't the real me I'm following new trends Did whatever who said? The red dot it kills me The red dot it heals me come Get me a new lens

Ya'll are too fake like my mouth hurts But if you're forreal then that's way worse These days I do not believe In the real or the fake If that's you, then that's you that I found first Fuck all that justification I'm done being patient Like what the fuck why Are you coming and hating And telling on me like we up in the station I swear they all want me Stuck under the basement I slipped into quicksand Just tryna get up from the pavement Fell in at 13, just tryna get one for the ages I'm up on the scaffold Just tryna get up on the stages I feel like an asshole For tryna say fuck all the cages

Yeah I was too late Taking shit too far Had to drive back in a cab Out the window I was looking for a new car Looking for a new life Looking out a new lens Looking for a new me Looking for a new Ben, huh

I keep on double tapping And they love the rapping And they love action And they love distractions But we hate the comparison Parasitic, they're a critic Haters are my therapists Can't connect the dots or connect four To be honest I just wish I could connect more But I can't connect a phone to my Bluetooth So how could I connect the youth Through my YouTube? Red Dot They playing games like the Xbox Price on my head what my head cost? Ice on my neck what my neck cost? Ohhhh So I gotta flex a lot At least seven times or the record stops And if you make one mistake They pull the trigger like I'd be better off uh yeah I got too much shit I wanna get across They don't wanna see me get my message off They don't want that, but they want this I am not the waiter at a restaurant A lot on my plate if that's the case I better hit 'em with the extra sauce Everybody's aiming at me But they only shoot they shot When the boy finally get a shot