SG Bubba K - Red-Eye Jedi

Red-eye Jedi (He coming)
(He coming)
Red-eye Jedi
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off the med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Always set the fucking tone nigga)
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off the med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Set the fucking tone nigga)
Set the fucking tone from the day that I burst
Headfirst on this earth, and
Cursed every verse that's worse than a certain person's work
Who just happened to rehearse these words that he heard from the nurse
Oh shit no way that's SG bubba K
I know it's unprofessional but will you sign these scrubs today
She handed me a pen but realized I couldn't write shit
I end up spitting verses for the night shift
In the early morning at two forty-three
A bad muthafucka hit the scene, it was me
And I knew since a youngin' I was born to be doper
Than any crack, heroin, or angel dust smoker
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off he med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Set the fucking tone nigga)
The badass lion told the signified monkey
I'm king of the jungle ain't a nigga that can bump me
The monkey just reached in his jeans while he laughing
Pulled a banana clip and then he got to blasting
The moral of the story: if you did it, why say it
Talking 'bout your bodies, you just lying on the pavement
It's funny how the streets keep a nigga in-check
You the one who tied the rope that sit tight around ya neck
And that's a Jedi mind trick
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off the med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Set the fucking tone nigga)
I got flows on my bros, I got flows for the hos
I got flows that will tell you how dope are my clothes
I got flows that I stole from the good Dr. Seuss
I got flows that are tight, but no p**** that was loose
Like Tyson, I'm Titan
Fighting on the mic
Like Ike I'm a beater
Beating up the speakers
Hotter every verse because I'm turning up the heater
Fuller In the baseline and crisper in the tweeter
She made fajitas
I made her leaner
We got our sweat on and now she a fiender
I rev her engine with no gasoline
And though I will flip her, she ain't no tortilla
I be reliever, I'm pitching these shutouts
That's why they scared to step out of they dugout
It's more than the fabric these pussies is cut out
They baby soft paper champs I don't mind it when they butt out
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off the med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Set that fucking tone nigga)
You could call me red-eye Jedi
Bet I get my fix smoking bone-thick spliffs off the med-lye
(Bone-thick spliffs nigga)
Life ain't easy but I gotta keep my head high
Set the fucking tone 'til I'm dead-eyed
(Better set that fucking tone nigga)
It's the return of the Jedi
Yo, that nigga got some red-eyes

Written by:
Sayre Kelly

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