Ray

Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting
So I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I cant see ya like Ray,
No I cant see ya like Ray,
No I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I dont see ya like Ray,
No I dont

What you tell a nigga that can made his own job?
CEO at 21,
prolly have yo spot at 29.
Been that nigga since I was born,
Face of a heart throb,
Body like I'm in the mob
Calling shots like I'm the Don

Born and raised on the freeway
I ain't never had a free day
I ain't giving any leeway
I can sell a gym another free weight
Hustle in my blood, Mama was a thug
Granddaddy was a G
What you thinking imma be
I'm just tryna be free
Please,

Then I won't even stop
Breeze in a niggas bop
Smoking over seas, I ain't getting caught
I ain't yelling please, let these niggas flop
Imma let em go
We don't even need a stove
I can make it on the flows
Fire all a nigga hold
Grinding like I'm Kobe since Im 24

Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting

I don't see these niggas like Ray
I could play Stevie
I ain't thinking what these niggas say
Still couldn't beat me
Making sure my niggas eat
It could take a day or another week
It could be another beat
Either way I ain't sleep

Imma snob with the bars
Niggas wasting time, do ya job
Missed your stories for a month
Realized I should prolly give it up.

Put in work, so You'll hear me on a playlist
Wrote 2 albums on the beach, nigga what's a vacation?
Putting L's in rotation

Pray the truth never traps me
But a lie will never suit me
Jazzy flows to a trap beat
Call me future fela kuti

I don't rap, i kill vocals
around the world for I been local
Now my zip code going postal
Going flip mode on the socials

Over seas in my zone
Barely using my phone
Bumpin Butch in Luzon
Feeling like I'm back home

Fronting niggas never scare me
Stopped the favors back in February
Dropped a better tape than my contemporaries
Add 7, show it ain't temporary



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Writer(s): Robert Davis
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