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Red Stars
Ayne the Sim
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Messages from the stars, dun-a-dun-a-dun
I get messages from the stars, dun-a-dun-a-dun
I'm from Ohio, we blastin' Confederates
Album was trash, so I just had to better it
Look at the stars and they sendin' me messages
88 Messages, Ayne feelin' heaven sent
Got the message from stars in a different galaxy
Get too much hate but the love it be balancing
Pluto and Mars that's where my other palace be
Got my drip up just like Emperor Palpatine
Got the message from someone that wasn't a star
You're rhyming so basic, that wasn't a bar
Your album? I hate it, it wasn't that hard
Got wok in the Fanta, just like CJR
I'm not in Atlanta, so hop in the car
You big body santa, so go exercise
Just went to Five Guys and I got extra fries
I'm really so real but you got extra lies
Did it all in one take but you got extra tries
Yeah, raisin' it like Obama
Blowin' it up like Osama
Blowin' it up like Osama
Don't start the drama
Sippin the lean from the cup
Sippin the lean from the cup it's red, it's blue
Whatever you want, it's new
Go got a car, it's new
Yeah, uh, uh
Gimmie the niner, yeah
Like Pobre Ana
She just went got a new car its a Honda, yeah
Honda, Donda, yeah, yeah, yeah, ight (I get)
I'm from Ohio, we blastin' Confederates
Album was trash, so I just had to better it
Look at the stars and they sendin' me messages
88 Messages, Ayne feelin' heaven sent
Got the message from stars in a different galaxy
Get too much hate but the love it be balancing
Pluto and Mars that's where my other palace be
Got my drip up just like Emperor Palpatine
Goofy lil boy, look like Quandale Dingle
Stack up some chips, yeah, let's compare Pringle
Playin' some games, yeah, the crosshair single
I cannot rep it, it got a wrinkle
Shoutout to Jason, I call him Jinkle
Ran cross the yard I got wet from the sprinkle
88 Chapters, got 88 people
Droppin the EP, yeah it's not a single
Colin he showin' me how to use Hershey
All y'all be hating but none of it hurt me
I got the Chug Jug and I got the Slurpee
Quandilious Dinglebus, he sayin' sure thing
Got purple lights on, it's on my LED
Told me to grow up, so I'm getting degrees
I'm 'bouta work out so I'm drinking some pre
Yeah, my merchandise dripped out it look like Supreme
I said I get hate but I still feel the love
R.I.P. Lil Keed, yeah he way up above
R.I.P. Lil Keed, yeah he up with the doves
Yeah, I can't type on phone 'cause I got me the gloves
Renardo real goofy he askin' for hugs
You not under control like them real lazy subs
I got verses on verses
But none of y'all heard it
I think I deserve it
I'm thinking' I'm Yeat 'cause I Swerved It
Shakin' my teeth 'cause I'm nervous
Beat really perfect, uh, wait
'Cause I got messages I got messages
Messages from the stars