Be Good (feat. Deante' Hitchcock)

Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to welcome you all to the Rey butter show
Please grab your seats, and I hope you enjoy

Mind my business when I move in the streets
Stoneface, soul speakin' when I'm choosing the beats
Was back in middle school, military blues on my feet
And now it's Gucci kicks, blue jeans and Rhude on the tee (Facts)
On the track no one ruder than me
I'm rocking Junya Watanabe, wet like Yuta from three
Your girl told her friends ain't nobody cuter than me
And I just laugh at your hating ass if you disagree
Listen, I've been learning how to reach for my soul
I'm realizing I'm more pure the deeper I go
Even though I got some feelings that I need to control
My temper hot but my sneakers is cold
I get your speakers to blow
They always tell me that you reap what you sow
But I've been pushing fabrics, in the studio we cookin' magic
Y'all look at the top, I'm looking past it
My goals too big to explain
Butta got 'em looking shook and tragic (Shook ones)

Tell 'em be good, I tell 'em be good
Don't worry bout us, homie promise we good
It's Rey butter nobody do it like he could
So tell 'em be good, I tell 'em be good

We sippin' soju, eatin' wagyu
Dinners you can't afford
Different flavored beamers steady moving past you
That's just the gang on me like a tattoo
And that's forever homie, call it sto butta doing what we have to
I know this life is tough, but I've been writing stuff
Notepad I type it up, smoking on the mic enough
See a defender, dice him up, scoreboard I light them up
Album drop the price is up, never think the price is stuck (Damn)
We going up like stock prices, y'all crypto (Hahahaha)
Laid the verse down first take, I need the mix though
Shit jamming like pistols, going crazy like schizos
Feeling like a retired barber I'm letting clips go, DUMMY

It's --- mister mister can't hold his liquor
Leave his jewelry on while folks taking pictures
With rose gold flows they quote like a scripture
Soul's down to earth but the dough's off the Richter
Brokeness just do something to my funny bone
They ask me when I'm coming home
I tell 'em when the money long
Right now two twins talking 'bout who can fuck me better
I'm like "Y'all best friends, thought y'all did everything together?"
Deep in my silence, speak with my silence, keeping it honest
They give me checks when I profess, I should teach at a college
My mama love when I'm back home, but even she'd acknowledge
The only way to get the cheese is by leaving the cottage
So she pray whenever I be away
Rather go blind and die than live to see the day, god
Test her faith and I get cracked like a phone screen
So after dark she's scared every time the phone ring
But doubt is really just belief in all the wrong things
I've been with the home team touring across the world
Blowing kisses to the girls even though at home my lawn green
Feel like these hoes get wetter with every song streamed
Am I in too deep? Baby let me know
This life is moving too fast, gotta take it slow
But while I'm gone, I can't promise I'ma be good
But you know I'ma make sure that we good

Tell 'em be good, I tell 'em be good
Don't worry bout us, homie promise we good
It's Rey butter nobody do it like he could
So tell 'em be good (yo), I tell 'em be good