Lyrics

[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