Ray Rice

Never play nice
Aggressive with the hits
Feel like Ray Rice
When I'm on the mic
Beat it up, beat it up
Make it see the light
Put it on ice, so cold
When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run and hide

Look at me now
Feel to hot like the verse
In the song came from Chris Brown
Better watch out
Climbing up in the game
Don't need fame or an ounce of clout
In the dugout
Perceiving the seasons changing
Calculating what the angle
In the swing is all about
Used to be my only fan
But now she got her Only Fans
Her photos captured by her lonely man
Who only sees a trophy stand
And I ain't no holy man
I never try to blend in with no phony tan
Real stand up guy, Rather stand out
Make you stand down, faced up
With a mad man
Foot on they neck and I won't let go
Get my Respect before I go
Spoke to socials, said you rounded out like circles
But still see more squares on you than I do
When I cook up my Eggo's, Whoah
Move like puppet to Geppetto, Whoah
Spit pablano pepper flows

Never play nice
Aggressive with the hits
Feel like Ray Rice
When I'm on the mic
Beat it up, beat it up
Make it see the light
Put it on ice, so cold
When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run and hide

Boss in the south
So call me General Lee
And Generally, I'll tell it to your face
So Genuinely, especially
If you don't believe me to be
A freak off the leash
Imma bring on the heat
Till I sit on repeat
And impatiently
They gon wait for release
To stream Mon T. speak
Ether into beats, rinse and repeat

Never play nice
Aggressive with the hits
Feel like Ray Rice
When I'm on the mic
Beat it up, beat it up
Make it see the light
Put it on ice, so cold
When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run and hide

But honestly I feel like
All of them just wanna sit in place
Lock they heart up
In a box to see on certain visit days
Segregation never gave way
To end all of our cryptic ways
What made you think that
Your subtle body different anyway
Climbing up the ladder
Pockets getting fatter
Crazy mad hatter
Gave me my swagger
Release a little pressure
A quote from enemy rappers
Punani on a stretcher
Paramedics came in after
Didn't really mean to come
And body all the competition
Probably a lot of opposition
Often Miss and end in disposition
With your skin too sensitive
To try to stand the temp
I tinker with inside my kitchen
Hit the road or quit your bitchin

Never play nice
Aggressive with the hits
Feel like Ray Rice
When I'm on the mic
Beat it up, beat it up
Make it see the light
Put it on ice, so cold
When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run and hide