"Rai"

R-A-I, R-A-I

Is it the liquor that we tasted?
Or the money that we makin'?
Got these niggas hatin'?
Oh no, no, I don't do relations
She said, no, what's your occupation?
I said, I got no obligations
Your man's a trashy, switchin' stations?
You played yourself, congratulations?
(R-A-I, R-A-I)

It's your time when I rhyme and I feel like the stars align
Very divine
No, I shine, put a Y-21 and I'm still in my prime, baby got time

Won't you bust the hickey?
She said, don't go past the hickey
Papa, don't forgive me, bitch, I'm out here gettin' tricky
Got niggas in the 50s, those are shooters that be with me
Got me sayin' my kidney, praise the Lord, you just forgive me
Been missin' in the trippy, now I'm feelin' icky-wicky
She call me in the cliquey, I said, please, my mama's itchy

Oh, you niggas sellin' P's, what you got packs for?
I see you niggas flexin' bills, but we got racks more
I know your man, he said he gangsta, but he acts off
I know you let him shoot his shot, but that's a bad score

Shoot it up, my squad is booted up
Niggas booted up
They girls as cool as fuck
Niggas play your luck, right hand is too lit up
Call of Duty tuck, don't dive a couple bucks

I shine more with you, niggas, I'm full
Yeah, I was broke, but I will never die as more

Is it the liquor that we tasted?
Or the money that we makin'?
Got these niggas hatin'?
Oh no, no, I don't do relations
She said, no, what's your occupation?
I said, I got no obligations
Your man's a trashy, switchin' stations?
You played yourself, congratulations?
(R-A-I, R-A-I)

It's your time when I rhyme and I feel like the stars align
Very divine
No, I shine, put a Y-21 and I'm still in my prime
Baby, got time



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