Whole Lotta Red

[Intro: Movie Quote]
You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps 
You insult my queen
You threaten my people with slavery and death
Now, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian 
Perhaps, you should have done the same
This is blasphemy
This madness!
This is Sparta!

[Verse 1: Tyson James]
Yeah, okay
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's Jesus, e'rybody's gettin' purged in the flame
It's homicide from the sky, He come to murder the lame
Me and the squad, we servе God, y'all are servin' the Cain 

[Verse 2: Tyson James]
You on thе wrong side, if we gon' ride, y'all lose
Me and my goons stay covered in the blood, no truce 
I know you tryna flex, but you got no juice
We vote Trump, y'all a slump, y'all a got no roots

[Verse 3: Tyson James]
Pull up with the motorcade, it's a total raid, and we motivate
Anybody that voted would revolt, because we know it's fake
Notice, homie, e'rybody loaded, don't get blown away
And you can try to hex, ain't scared of death, 'cause I know His name

[Verse 4: Tyson James]
I'm just a protégé and He the GOAT
Sell ya' coat, and buy a gun, look for ya'self, it's what He wrote
Take it up with Jesus, bro, all I do is quote
And Jesus ain't a hippie, He'll be comin' for the throat
Better turn

[Chorus: Tyson James]
Y'all know we stayin' ready for the combat
I'm covered in the blood, you know I'm on that
That's a whole lotta red
Don't make me call the comrades
You askin' for a war, and you don't want that
That's a whole lotta red
We red from head to toe
And, we don't wanna flex, and let it go
That's a whole lotta red
We playin' chess, if you ain't know 
And, you don't wanna test, we'll let it blow
That's a whole lotta red

[Verse 5: Bryson Gray]
I look around, and know that something ain't right
People act like they stand on somethin', but not willin' to fight
And, they all rappin' for the Devil, say they livin' for Christ
Somebody give you a milli, you'll be in a dress by tonight

[Verse 6: Bryson Gray]
'Cause, y'all work for the world, y'all work for the gold
Just to accomplish ya' goals, you're willin' to sell yo' soul
But at the end of the road, do you know where you will go? 
Here's a hint, it's not cold, Bible says to love my foes

[Verse 7: Bryson Gray]
So, I wanna tell you, right now, that you can turn from yo' sin
'Cause, spoiler alert, the Devil won't win
Revelation 21:8, here, read it, again
Write it down, memorize it, and share it with all yo' friends

[Verse 8: Bryson Gray]
So, do you love God more than pleasure? 
Do you love God more than yo'self? This is pressure
From people think they can disrespect God, and it's whatever
Go read about Noah, 'cause God can change up the weather
You not that clever

[Chorus: Tyson James]
Y'all know we stayin' ready for the combat
I'm covered in the blood, you know I'm on that
That's a whole lotta red
Don't make me call the comrades
You askin' for a war, and you don't want that
That's a whole lotta red
We red from head to toe
And, we don't wanna flex, and let it go
That's a whole lotta red
We playin' chess, if you ain't know 
And, you don't wanna test, we'll let it blow
That's a whole lotta red

[Bridge: Movie Quote]
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant
That few stood against many
And, before this battle was over, that even a god king could bleed

[Outro: Tyson James]
That's a whole lotta red
That's a whole lotta red
That's a whole lotta red