Lyrics:
meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many
basic
(Ayy)
I can see right through him I got LASIK (Ayy)
Psych, I got these glasses and they Ray Bans
(Oh damn)
They let me see the future like I'm Raven
about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten
Real legend like I'm Sugar Ray (wha)
Bout the money and I'm on the way (yep)
If they talking then I let em hate (what?)
Fake **** I don't tolerate (I
Real legend like I'm Sugar Ray (wha)
Bout the money and I'm on the way (yep)
If they talking then I let em hate (what?)
Fake **** I don't tolerate (I
love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Uh, uh
If I'm gonna
to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo Uncle Ray, yeah, dat nigga still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the cock pit a nigga still leanin'
Money out here so a nigga still
i cum on her pimples
I drop her by kin folk
I get them digits and memos
Read about it on a kindle
Walk in that bitch like I'm Major
Play on that hoe
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
With a little drop of poison in the red red blood
She need a way to turn around the bend
She said I
bitches
Impressive
Most of em 10 or
Eleven
Huh
Huh
And they might
Just leave you breathless
Baby
I need
Meg knees
Drop
L V
Fendi
She need
Prada
Hit me
Hit
faces, popping cham by the cases
Hustling states to states switching your location
I applaud you all, you deserve an ovation
But hit the blunt for those
serving for a while, but I'm gunning for the crown
Every win I get I'm proud, soak it up
Cause by tomorrow we go straight back down
Flying higher than I
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
Written by: James Ray, Sal, Dido Brown
Blood,(what set you from) Crip,(what set you from)Tears,(what set you from)
You gotcha mama crying
be told, I let em be
I let em go, they borrow flows, the petty thieves
I cant keep them, thoughts leave ya, thought deeper
More than a role like Ray J
goats?
I go by the name of Kel, and uh…
Goat shit
In and out of control shit
They trying to put me in a corner
I drop that dope shit
This ain't no hoe shit
enuh, real bad man)
Ayy, Sean
Real gangster nah sell out never
Red (red), Bloods deh yah, blue (blue), Crips deh yah
(You a never) get gyal, make
I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood
their hearts through their chests
This is part II as their blades drop on the floor so did his heart too tales of lore
Trying to find the ones who were
da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it
the streets, only time I'm on the porch is when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had
drip
All sauce no drip
Too much sauce from Nigga
I get cheese like Rotel
Buy Xpills by wholesale
Nigga phone Ringing no Doorbell
Trap jumping still
Yeah, it's your boy Young Thang, calling this one Lakewood Lane
Ray's got his boom boom room, I got my crib over there at Lakewood Lane man
Ray's
winters
The hope mumbles keep on.
I just woke up out the dream to the sun
Yellow rays shimmer
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it.
Pray for
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