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The Red Pill (Intermission) Video (MV)




Performed By: Maman
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Christian Daniel Moore




Maman - The Red Pill (Intermission) Lyrics
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Uhh
Look
Yeah, so you took the red pill here's the fine print
You gon' always be alone it's only 3 percent
The other 97 wanna off ya head
They don't like it when you finally getting out the bed
My OG's found this message in a bottle
The truth is, it's a tough act to follow
That's why I'm living like a Netflix Special
But if you wanna spur God I'm D. Vassell (the vessel)
Call me 5150 like I'm Corey Holcomb
Grew up wit' a broken heart that's what made me wholesome
Tryna do it like I do it such a parody
Even analyst say there's no comparing me
Because I'm authentic, I got 'em parasitic
Please pardon my back, don't need a codependent
Splack another bitch wit' my conversation
Let me situate my suave for the situation
She gon' take it up the gut like a handoff
Smack her wit' my left hand like I'm Randolph
Grit and Grind, I don't decline
Why you mad at me, 'cause I'm still in my prime
Keep my shades, on for the interview
I'm not looking at you I'm lookin' in to you
One things for sure, we all gotta die
We can't be here forever so why you wanna try
Gotta mask on, like you afraid of germs
But it's written in the contract, come to terms
What's yo definition of the definition
You can't come up wit' a answer you should prolly listen
Take a intermission, for that past line
If you don't wanna be a bitch from my past time
Imma good nigga but not a nice guy
I know you wanna get over, but don't even try
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Uhh
Look
Yeah, so you took the red pill here's the fine print
You gon' always be alone it's only 3 percent
The other 97 wanna off ya head
They don't like it when you finally getting out the bed
My OG's found this message in a bottle
The truth is, it's a tough act to follow
That's why I'm living like a Netflix Special
But if you wanna spur God I'm D. Vassell (the vessel)
Call me 5150 like I'm Corey Holcomb
Grew up wit' a broken heart that's what made me wholesome
Tryna do it like I do it such a parody
Even analyst say there's no comparing me
Because I'm authentic, I got 'em parasitic
Please pardon my back, don't need a codependent
Splack another bitch wit' my conversation
Let me situate my suave for the situation
She gon' take it up the gut like a handoff
Smack her wit' my left hand like I'm Randolph
Grit and Grind, I don't decline
Why you mad at me, 'cause I'm still in my prime
Keep my shades, on for the interview
I'm not looking at you I'm lookin' in to you
One things for sure, we all gotta die
We can't be here forever so why you wanna try
Gotta mask on, like you afraid of germs
But it's written in the contract, come to terms
What's yo definition of the definition
You can't come up wit' a answer you should prolly listen
Take a intermission, for that past line
If you don't wanna be a bitch from my past time
Imma good nigga but not a nice guy
I know you wanna get over, but don't even try
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Writer: Christian Daniel Moore
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