Red Queen KING 810

Hands up, hands down
Do what I say now, don't disobey now
The crowd moves, the crowd boos
They don't want me, they want you

Yeah, and my shit hair
And my shit clothes
And my kicks though
I'm from a shithole
My bitch thick though
My stuff lit bro
Tell 'em how you really feel
'Cause I'm so for real
I don't make deals
I can't be bought, huh
They cut a check, huh
I ran off
I don't think I'm cool
I don't wanna be
My word is gold in my city, what can you do for me?
(Nothing)

I'm not a rat, I don't race
Down there y'all run to keep in place

I never wanted to be anything
We only wanna keep living in our own dream
We're living, living like we're dead
You're living, living like there's sickness in your head
I'm only guilty of surviving
You're all guilty of playing both sides and
Where there are zombies there are rats
And where I'm from rats get the axe